All Chapters of HIS CURVY OBSESSION : ABDSM CONTRACT : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

My back press against the wall. Seeping a cold bite on my exposed shoulders. He tilts my head to the side and deepen the kiss. There's a way Banks kiss: Ravish, Devour and ground still. He pulls my body so close to his like he can't let me go, else I'll run. Which I want to right now, but can't. I love how he kisses. My lipstick! I push him away. He stops, our faces still inches apart and my lipstick currently a smudge red on his lips. I clamp my lips with my mouth. He stands tall. Still holding me, still pressing me against the wall. "What?" "I don't have anyone to reapply my lipstick" I grunt. This is his third time since I had my dress on. I had to apologize to the makeup artist for the two times he kissed me and ruined my lipstick. Now this. "So?" I narrow my eyes and grind my teeth. He's coming for another. I lift up my purse, open it and pull out a wipe. "Anor..." "Your lips..." I stop and clean the smudge on his lips. He grip my wrist. I clean mine. His grip tighten. "Y

“I’m sure he has something along the lines of causing problems so he can solve them, making the president look like a puppy while he gets praised for being smart.” She ease out completely without hiccuping. I look at the VP That’s true. I’m part of those who think the VP should go for the presidency because of how good he's and how incapable our president seem. “I want to run for presidency.”“Ha!” All eyes turn to me and I hiccup. Adding to my earlier squeal- good going, Eleanor.“Stare longer and you’ll have problems you can’t handle,” Banks threatens, and they all look away. Except for our VP, who stands away from his seat, stop to my left where the beloved Actor who has been quiet,sits. The VP bows his head.“I request for your support, Mr. Banks. For this organization’s support.”“For what reason should I take on that responsibi

"I... Good evening," I stammer, the greeting sounding incredibly weak even to my own ears. A chilling, cold vibe radiates from her. My pulse races, the knowledge of what she is capable of doing to a person making my stomach twist in knots.The corner of her lips curves up as if she realizes the fear of who she is has firmly settled within me. Then, the expression fades. Her eyes narrow, dropping directly to my neck. I blink, and in a flash, she is standing right in front of me. I catch my breath as her fingers trail over my necklace, her loud, heavy respirations filling the narrow space between us."Excuse me," I choke out."Not yet," she replies, her voice dripping with attitude. Without giving me a second glance, she lets go of the jewelry and walks past me, right beside me, purposely digging her shoulder into mine and pushing me off balance.I look around the spacious restroom, noting all the empty areas, then glare back at her through the mirror. She is washing her hands, her gaze

This one is dressed like a literal prince and looks the part, too."Seems you're popular," the stranger murmurs by my ear."You're still here?""Can't get rid of me so fast," he replies. Several nearby guests nod respectfully at him, their eyes darting curiously between the two of us."I don't know him," I announce to the small circle, and the stranger's soft laugh echoes beside me.The whispering ripples through the small cluster gathered near the drinks table. I turn fully toward them, and five people instantly straighten up, pretending not to look while blatantly staring right at me.“It's you, right?” one woman asks boldly. I take a sip of my drink. Another person who recognizes me for being Banks handbag. “Yes,” I reply acquiescently."Told you!" Suddenly, the space diminishes. I am completely crowded."Can I take a photo?""My niece loves you!""My colleague watched it four times!""What's your handle?" If I thought I was confused in the bathroom, this is absolute peak confusio

BANKS POVShe hasn't changed. I shouldn't even expect her to. Montana has always been a manipulative soul. I just never expected her to come for Eleanor or use her brother. Who currently takes a step out of my grip, but I tighten my hold on her waist. Her focus remains locked entirely on her brother.“What the fuck are you doing here?” he snaps, looking equally shocked. He looks like a man dragged somewhere and is experiencing a totally different expectation than what he bargained for.“I should be asking you,” Anor retorts, equally bemused. "And what the fuck are you doing with her?”He scoffs at her words, actively leaving Montana’s side. I feel the latter keeps her eyes heavily focused on me with so much amusement. He takes a step toward us, and then another menacing one. I pull Anor behind me, stepping directly between them. He won't hurt her. He has no history whatsoever of hurting anyone; he actually cares a lot about his family, and I am certain that is the chain Montana used