All Chapters of FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION : Chapter 881 - Chapter 890

This must be embarrassing for her.I moved before anyone could speak, stepping directly into her line of sight and blocking the prying eyes behind me.“Lena,” I said softly.She hesitated for half a second, her gaze flicking past me to Sasha’s furious face, then to Eric’s, before settling back on mine.“Mr. Silver… is everything okay?”I closed the distance and took her hand.“Everything’s fine. Are you okay?” I asked, quiet enough that only she could hear.She nodded.“Yeah. I’m good. I just… I heard shouting. What’s going on?”“Nothing you need to worry about.”Sasha made a sound like a wounded animal.“Oh, that’s rich. She doesn’t need to worry? She’s the one who—”“Finish that sentence,” I said, turning on her, “and I’ll make sure you’re blacklisted from every casting call in this city before sundown.”Her mouth opened, then snapped shut.Her manager looked like she wanted the ground to swallow her whole.“I’ve tolerated you long enough,” I added, voice low and lethal. “One more w

"I was not talking about his dick size," I said, though the betraying heat creeping up my neck. I busied my hands with the pineapple juice just to avoid her knowing stare. "I was just… making a point,that's all." Nora's jaw was still hanging somewhere around her collarbone as I slid the glass across the counter toward her. "Uh-huh." She took the glass but didn't drink, her eyes stayed locked on me. "You are really something else, don't act all innocent now". She replied. I rolled my eyes so hard, then leaned against the counter with my arms crossed defensively over my chest. "You're the one who asked how I manage him. I answered." "You answered like a woman who's been thoroughly managed herself." She finally raised the glass to her lips, took a slow sip, then pointed the rim at me like a weapon. "And don't think I missed that little smirk when you said you wouldn't be able to walk properly if you were busy with him. Lena, I am scared of you right now. You're throwing

Nora sighed. “I’m happy to hear that. If you’re that sure of him and trust him, that’s a good thing.” She tilted her head. “So you’re really leaving for the States tomorrow?”“Yeah… it’ll only be a week before school starts again,” I replied.“I see.” Her gaze flicked pointedly to the open suitcase on the bed, then back to me. “What happened to your neck, though?”I blinked. “My neck?”“Yeah. It’s a little red right there—” She gestured near her collarbone.My hand flew up before I could stop it.Nora’s grin turned wicked. “Is that a hickey?”“It’s nothing.”“It’s something. Don’t tell me you two were getting into it at work.”“It’s not like that,” I said, looking away.“Don’t even try to deny it. Your face is red. Spill.”I grabbed my glass of juice just to give my hands something to do. “I’m not discussing my sex life with you.”“Just a little?”“No.”I set the glass down harder than necessary and headed back toward the bedroom.“You’re mean,” Nora groaned, following me like a bl

I pressed a finger to my lips. "Shhh..." We reached the main hall, and I felt the weight of dozens of eyes upon us. The reserved section had been carefully positioned—prime seating with an unobstructed view,giving us a clear elevated view of the runway also no one was seated behind us. The hall itself was sparsely occupied; only the most elite women were permitted inside for the exclusive preview. Yet the moment I settled into my chair, necks turned. Distinguished women raised their phones as their lenses aimed directly at me. Damn it…. I forced a smile and gave a small wave. Eric leaned closer, still scowling. “This is Geneviève Moreau, right? She’s supposed to be the best fashion designer for—” He fell silent the second the lights dimmed and the show began. An elegant model appeared at the head of the runway, moving like she was floating under her heavy gown. The gown was—a jellyfish-inspired creation of cascading tulle and lace, shimmering under the light

I got out of the car and walked around to the driver’s side. Two sharp raps on the window. “Get out.” He looked surprised, then laughed—a grating, condescending sound that made my jaw tighten. “Don’t tell me you don’t want me driving you there because you’re scared I’ll find out her address and take her away from you?” He leaned back, arms crossed, smirking. “You’re so petty.” “Take her away from me?” I repeated with a scoff. I stepped closer to the window, my reflection glaring back at me in the glass. “How dare you insult Lena like that. Call me petty or whatever the hell you want—but don’t think for one second she’s cheap enough to leave a man like me for some low-standard wannabe like you. I’d be more worried if you were better than me in any way that actually mattered. But we both know you’re not.” I let the words hang. His smirk faltered. “Why would I be scared of you taking Lena from me? She’s right where she belongs. With me.” “You really know how