All Chapters of FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION : Chapter 831 - Chapter 840

“Why though?” Hannah asked. “Yeah, why did you say that, Nora? I want him to gush about her in every interview like this,” Jessie added. I stayed silent, even though curiosity was eating at me. I trusted that Nora had a good reason for the statement. “I do too,” Nora said carefully. “But I came across a hate page—not just one, many—and they were… really ugly. As much as I love him gushing over you, Lena… I’m also a little worried. As your friend.” That made me more uncomfortable. “Is it that bad?” I asked. Nora sighed. “Lena… you’re not someone who spends a lot of time on social media. Like you said, you didn’t even have internet access until…” She paused, realizing the other two were hearing this for the first time. I didn’t even know the internet existed before Tarzan gave me my first smartphone. “It’s okay… keep going,” I assured her. She exhaled and continued. “What I’m trying to say is… internet trolls can be really toxic, honey. And you—you’re not cut out

“Fine.” I took a breath. “So we were making out on his couch. Things were getting heated. I went down on him. I thought I was doing okay, but then I noticed he wasn’t really… reacting. He was hard, but he wasn’t making any sounds or anything. And when I looked up at him, he had this tight smile on his face—like he was trying to be nice about it.” “Did he say anything?” Nora asked. “He said, ‘That was great, babe.’ But his voice was all wrong. Then he changed the subject really fast and asked if I wanted to watch a movie.” I sighed. “He literally chose a movie over finishing.” “Ouch,” Jessi winced. “Yeah, I felt so humiliated. He was so sweet about it, which somehow made it worse—because I know he was just trying to protect my feelings. That’s why I really need to learn how to do it right.” “Okay, okay.” Nora said. “First things first. Did you use your hands at all, or just your mouth?” “Both? I mean, I’m good with just my hands.” “Did you use any technique? Any rhythm? An

Thankfully, I managed to convince Eric to take care of Tarzan. I arrived at the venue thirty minutes ago and have been waiting for the girls impatiently ever since. Standing stiffly in front of Cupid Hearts, I darted my eyes nervously up and down the sidewalk. What if one of my schoolmates saw me? “First time?” Scar’s voice came from beside me. I whipped my head toward him, heat already crawling up my neck. “Is it that obvious?” He let out a low chuckle and shook his head. “Not really. But I noticed you're trying to merge with the building. It's not that embarrassing. You're an adult, you know.” “Well... being an adult doesn't make it any less embarrassing,” I shot back, my voice pitching higher than I intended. “And this is my second time, so I know exactly what an adult store looks like inside. It's horrifying. Trust me.” Scar laughed again—fuller this time—his eyes crinkling at the corners. “You're a very interesting person, Lady Lena. Honestly, I'm glad I was assigned to y

TARZAN'S POV Two fucking hours.Two long, soul-crushing hours of blinding lights, forced laughter, and the same recycled questions. My jaw ached from the permanent smile plastered on my face, and my skin crawled beneath the thick layer of studio makeup.All I could think about was Lena—probably standing somewhere beyond these walls, phone clutched in her hand, waiting for me. Missing me the way I was missing her. I tried not to smile at the thought of her. Failed miserably.The host—Erica Hathaway—leaned forward with a wide smile. "So, Mr. Silver… before you go, we have one other important question to ask." I nodded once, already halfway out of the chair in my mind. "Who is the best female model you've ever worked with?" Another boring question.Now that I think of it. None of them stuck. I couldn't even think of anyone without their faces blurring together—all the same hollow smiles, all the same rehearsed poses. Then a brilliant idea sparked. Lena is a model too, right?

AUTHOR'S POVEric’s smirk didn’t waver. If anything, it widened.He slowly slipped his phone into the pocket of his jacket, taking his sweet time as though savoring the effect his words had on Tarzan.“Big words for a man whose woman just walked out on him in the middle of a show.”He stepped closer.Tarzan’s fist itched.Every muscle in his body tightened with the instinct to shut Eric’s mouth permanently. He could already picture his knuckles connecting with that smug, perfectly sculpted face.But he held back.Barely.Eric tilted his head, studying him with the irritating confidence of a man who knew exactly which buttons to press.“She asked me to take care of you,” he continued. “Her little boy.”Tarzan’s jaw clenched so hard his teeth ached.Eric took another step back, his smirk turning almost playful.“Why don’t you find someone your own age to mess with and leave Lena for a real man like—”That was it.Tarzan moved before his brain could catch up.His hand shot out, grabbing