Semua Bab FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION : Bab 971 - Bab 980

Lena got into the backseat of her luxury car, and Scar closed the door behind her.Soon, the car driving moving away from the Cafe. Lena reached into her bag for her phone and winced when she saw the screen—fifty-two missed calls, all from Tarzan, along with a flood of text messages ranging from, "How's it going?" to "Are you okay?" to "Please answer me."She bit back a smile and hit the call button.He answered on the first ring."Finally," Tarzan's voice came through, a mix of relief and exasperation. "Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting? I was about to call Scar and demand he drag you out of there."Lena leaned back against the seat, a teasing lilt creeping into her voice. "Fifty-two missed calls, Tarzan? That's a little obsessive, don't you think? What happened to 'take your time, I trust you'?""I trust you—not your ability to remember your phone exists," he shot back, though warmth lingered beneath the frustration. "I should have just gone with you. I'd be okay sitt

Lena answered with a grin, holding the phone up to her face.Nora's face filled the screen, her blonde hair pulled back and her eyes bright. Behind her, Lena could see Hannah and Jessie waving at her with wide grins."Lena!" Nora's voice rang out. "Finally! We've been trying to reach you for an hour!""Sorry, I left my phone in the car. Big meeting at the café.""Oh, I heard. The café. Your old café. Scar told me everything." Nora's eyes gleamed with amusement. "Wait—is he there with you right now?"Lena glanced toward the front seat, where Scar sat with his hands on the steering wheel. "Yep, he's here with me. Front seat. Looking very serious and focused."She watched as Scar's shoulders stiffened almost imperceptibly."Oh, really?" Nora leaned closer to her camera, a grin spreading across her face. "Tell him I said hi. And that I miss him. And that he should call me back when he gets a second instead of being all broody and mysterious."Lena's smile widened. "Did you hear that, Sca

She tapped the screen to end the call and flung the phone onto the bed with a frustrated sigh. She looked back at Tarzan as desire and exasperation warred across her face. “What is wrong with you?” she demanded, crossing her arms in a thin attempt at authority. She uncrossed them just as quickly. The pose only made her feel more exposed; her breasts were already tight, the peaks too sensitive. “Nothing is wrong with me,” Tarzan said with an innocent pout. “I’m just being honest with my woman. It’s heavy and it needs you.” He closed his fist around his shaft and pumped once, letting her see the weight of it. “Don’t you feel it? It’s a burden, baby. Too heavy to carry alone.” She glared at him, clinging to her anger by her fingernails. “Well, cut it off, then,” she snapped, tipping her chin toward his crotch. He gasped, hand flying to his chest in dramatic horror. “That’s mean,” he exclaimed, eyes wide with false hurt. “Vicious. How could you say that to your own?” He st

TARZAN'S POV I should have said no and stood by it, but her promise of a reward had weakened my resolve. Even inside the jet, she had been all business—strict, telling me she was preparing me for the press, that there would be no distractions. I hate the feeling of her being too close, yet still too far to reach. Now I sat in the front row of one of the most talked-about fashion shows in America, surrounded by celebrities, designers, models, photographers, journalists, and enough cameras to make my head throb. The venue was beautiful—I’d give them that. The runway stretched through the center of the room, flanked by rows of carefully arranged seats. Giant screens displayed the designer's name while soft music drifted from hidden speakers. Still, I hated every second I spent in this place. I crossed my leg, then uncrossed it impatiently, struggling to keep my annoyance in check. I did not want to be here. I hoped they'd get this show over with already so I could have my peace

"Why would you say that to a top model?!" I typed back. "Why do you care more about her feelings than mine?" "That's not true. I care about your feelings the most. I just don't want tomorrow's blog captions to be about how you were ignoring models at a fashion show. She has a huge fan base across Japan, Korea and China, they will cancel you." I rolled my eyes. "I also noticed you glaring at her like she insulted your entire existence." "She touched me. That's an insult." "Tarzan." "What?" "Please, for my sake, be nice to her." That did it. For her sake, huh? I sighed, leaned back, and forced myself to relax. "Fine, I will try." She replied with a smiling emoji. "Thank you, I love you baby." I smiled back at the text then took a deep breath before turning to the model. "Ms Lee?" She looked at me. "Yes?" "I want to apologize. My words might have come out harshly. I was just—" "No, please don't apologize. I think you're right. I wasn't acting