All Chapters of HIS CURVY OBSESSION : ABDSM CONTRACT : Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

ELEANOR POV The heavy double doors of the Grand Ballroom swing open, revealing a room drenched in dark botanical extravagance- black orchids, floating crystal chandeliers, and deep forest-green velvet. "Wow." The involuntary gasp escaped me before I could stop it. "This wedding venue is gorgeous, Banks." I feel Banks look down at me. "You think so?" "Obviously. Look at the chandeliers, the lighting, the chairs. Though, personally, I would have preferred an oceanic backdrop to a forest." Banks halts his stride, looking down at me with an unreadable, faint curve of his mouth. "An oceanic backdrop.... Is that so?" He seem amused. I stop gawking at the ceiling and look up at him. "Yes. But this place is so pretty" He holds my gaze and I exhale slowly. "You don't think it's pretty?" "I didn't," he says, his voice a low rumble, "until you pointed out its beauty." We are standing in the center of the room; a sea of white tulle and dark suits swirling around us, but I fee

"Save my soul." "How could he?" "He's a cheater." "Such recording In a house of God! Lord have mercy, this boy is cursed to the bone." "My, my." More gasps circle the room as the image becomes crystal clear. It was unedited security footage. Carlton and Anetta are actively fucking. "This is low even for Carlton" Elizabeth sneers beside me, casually gulping her champagne. "Fucking hell, Carlton" Anthony scream, though it sounded more like a cheer. I, on the other hand, fist my dress, squirming on my seat to control the uncontrollable wave of sensation Banks is inciting in me. "Please..." I grab his wrist, but he just push deeper, leaning closer to me. "Stop me one more time," he whisper, his threat low and vibrating, "and you'll be screaming for everyone in this hall to hear." My hand falls from his wrist. I didn't believe for a second that he will actually do that in public, at a billionaire's wedding venue no less, but I can't put anything past him at this point. "You f

"It's over." Carlton says, though low and soft. "Yet we still want each other," she replies him, taking another step. Just one more step and she will close the gap between them entirely. "I have no one to call mine." Carlton's shoulders drop at her words. Annetta's face softens, the fierce, unyielding woman vanishing in an instant, replaced by someone who looks fragile, almost broken."Please... please be someone I can call mine," she whispers. My heart breaks for her right then. Carlton stands completely still, Annetta waits, and I find myself holding my breath alongside everyone else in the room."What's he waiting for?" Anthony questions under his breath, leaning forward in his chair."C'mon, marry her!" Elizabeth thunders from our table."Say yes, Carlton!" I add, unable to hold back. A ripple of nervous laughter breaks out among the nearby guests."Stop playing hard to get, man," Anthony chimes in.Finally, Carlton moves. A collective, rhythmic exhale echoes through the seating

"You cannot control everything,""I'm not trying to," I reply her, my voice flat. She has been my shrink for over two decades. We have practically watched each other evolve from young adults to middle-aged professionals, but right now, she frustrates me almost as much as Eleanor's constant refusal to accept my help."Your heart rate is well past normal," she observes, nodding down at the pulse oximeter wrapped around my wrist. Clipping this device onto me became standard procedure after my violent outrage against my father nearly twenty years ago. I listen to the small machine beep steadily, loud and intrusive in the quiet room, before I snap it off and set it on the side table."Mr. Banks," she prompts."I just want her to..." I stop myself. She tilts her head, waiting for me to continue, but I shut my jaw tight. If I finish that sentence, she will tell me I sound insane. But the ugly, terrifying truth is that I need Eleanor to want me, not just as an option, but as her absolute prio

ELEANOR"You have two weeks to live," Annetta states matter-of-factly, taking a slow pull from her chocolate milkshake. "Your skin will start peeling off, your sight will get bad, and you won't recognize those closest to you. You might even violently attack them." A cold chill rushes through my spine at the graphic, brutal words coming out of her mouth."Must have been a lot to handle at eighteen," Elizabeth says softly. Annetta just shrugs casually at Elizabeth's words, slurping her drink. Beside her, Carlton rolls his eyes so hard I think they might get stuck, while Anthony mutters something unintelligible into his whiskey glass."That... sounds horrifying," I whisper, waiting for her to continue her story. To explain why they broke up."It was. I found out, turned off my phone, and jumped into the river." My eyes, without permission, dart to Carlton. He is grinding his teeth so hard I can see his jawline tense from across the table. "Carlton found me. We fought for reasons I can'