บททั้งหมดของ The Plus-Size Girl Claimed by 3 Daddies: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

I had just finished preparing an order when the music changed. The heavy house beat shifted into something faster, deeper, more seductive. The disco lights spun above the dance floor, creating flickering patterns like falling stars. Some customers started moving onto the floor. Bodies swayed to the rhythm.I couldn't help myself. I took off my black apron, put it behind the bar, and stepped onto the dance floor.My body started moving to the beat, my hips swaying left and right, my arms lifting up, my head slightly bowed, my eyes closed. I let go of all the exhaustion, all the stress, all the fatigue.Several men moved closer. I could feel their stares, feel their energy, feel the desire they didn't bother hiding. I didn't care. I just kept dancing. My hips swayed, my chest moved, and my curly hair, now longer than before, fell wildly over my shoulders.One of them, a tall man with short blond hair and a tattoo on his right arm, came up from behind. I didn't see him. I only felt his h

We walked through the city park in Manchester. Green grass stretched out under the clear sky. Shady trees provided cover in some corners. Ethan ran ahead of me, carrying his green T-rex, occasionally shouting "Roarrr!" at the birds perched on the branches."I want ice cream, Mom!" he shouted, turning around."We just had snacks, sweetheart.""I'm still hungry.""You're not hungry. You just want ice cream."Ethan put on a pitiful face, a face too dramatic for a five year old."But I've been good all day, Mom. I didn't get mad, I didn't fuss, and I ate all my snacks."I laughed. "Alright. Just one ice cream, but don't ask for more later.""Yay!"We bought ice cream from a cart at the edge of the park. Ethan chose strawberry with chocolate sprinkles, while I chose vanilla. We sat on a wooden bench under a big tree, enjoying our ice cream in comfortable silence.I looked at Ethan. His small face glowed under the afternoon sun. His black hair fell slightly over his forehead, damp with swea

I was just about to close the door when Sebastian blocked it with his broad shoulder."I'm not done talking," he said."This is my house, and I have the right to ask you to leave.""You have the right, but I also have the right to know."Sebastian pushed the door wider with his hand. He stepped into our small apartment without asking for permission. His eyes moved quickly, scanning every corner of this narrow room. The small sofa whose color had started to fade. The wooden table with its peeling surface. The dull walls with the only decoration being a dinosaur drawing made by Ethan. The tiny kitchen that was only big enough for one person. The bedroom with its door half open, revealing a narrow bed and an old wardrobe.He was looking for something.I knew what he was looking for.A wedding photo."What are you looking for?" I asked.Sebastian turned around. His dark hazel eyes stared at me with an intensity that made me shiver."What are you hiding?""I'm not hiding anything.""You're

Today was my last night at the club.I came early. The disco lights were still dim, the music was still low, and a few servers were setting up the tables. I walked behind the bar, put my black apron on the counter, and looked at Maggie, who was counting the cash."Maggie," I called.She looked up. "What's up?""I want to quit."Maggie stopped counting. She looked at me with disbelief."What?""I want to stop working here. Tonight is my last night.""Are you joking?""I'm serious."Maggie put the money down. She walked over to me, hands on her hips."This is too sudden. You know we're short staffed. Who's going to replace you?""I already brought your replacement."I pointed toward the back door, where a middle aged woman stood with a shy smile. She was my neighbor from the apartment, the woman who had been watching Ethan while I worked. Turns out she used to be a bartender at another club before she retired and moved to Manchester."Her name is Sarah. She's a former bartender. She nee

The next day.I stood in front of the large mirror in the master bedroom of Sebastian's apartment. London stretched out beyond the glass window, the city lights still twinkling even though the sun had started to rise.I looked at my reflection—a woman who was no longer as fat as before, but also not as slim as the models in magazines. Full. Solid. Round breasts that still made me uncomfortable sometimes. A big butt that always caught the attention of the sleazy men at the nightclub.Today I was wearing a short black spandex skirt that hugged my hips and thighs. On top, a long sleeved white blouse that was a little tight across the chest. Black low heels completed the look. I didn't look like a bartender. I looked like an office woman."Mom!" Ethan appeared at the bedroom door, still wearing his favorite dinosaur pajamas. "You look pretty!"I smiled. "Thank you.""Where are you going?""I'm going to work. I start working today.""Where?""At an office. In a tall building.""Can I come?