All Chapters of The Playboy's Fake Plus-Size Girlfriend: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

OPHELIA Have you ever felt the urgent need to gladly throw yourself into the nearest bush, crawl under a table, or even fake your own death if it meant avoiding one particular person? Unfortunately, none of those options are available for me when the human I'm trying to run from has already spotted me. I consider turning around and pretending I never saw Jordan, the one who broke up with me months ago and oh, there's a gorgeous slim lady beside him. "Ophelia! Long time no see!" "Jordan! Hi! I didn't expect to see you here." I force a bright smile on my face, pretending I don't feel sick at the sight of him. The lady beside him smiles too while staring at me but the smile seems just as fake as mine, maybe even faker. I can't help but let my gaze drift over her figure for a second and I wonder if she actually eats a full meal from how lean she looks, though I can't deny that a part of me wishes that body is mine. "I didn't expect to see you here either. You don't like pa

OPHELIA."Ophelia! The internet is on fire!"I hear my mother's voice before I even walk into the living room and when I do walk in and see the wide bright smile stretched across her face, I freeze.It's been so long since she smiled at me that I almost forget what it looks like, and the sight warms me but worries me at the same time."W-What happened, Mamma?" The word slips out before I can stop myself, and normally she'd tell me not to call her that, but instead, she rushes over to me and practically shoves her phone into my face."Look!"My eyes nearly pop out of their sockets as I stare at the screen.It's the video of me kissing Killian.The post has millions of views, thousands of comments flood the screen, the likes keep increasing every second, and people are reposting it everywhere.Oh no.How do I explain this to mamma without completely destroying the happiness on her face right now?"It's probably AI." I turn to find my twin sister sitting at the dining table, and unlike m

OPHELIA. "What are these for?" I ask, staring at the stack of papers in front of me. I can't even hide the surprise in my voice. Actually, surprise isn't the right word, shock is. I think this would be a simple agreement between us, not this. "I assume you're neither blind nor incapable of reading," Killian says in that cold, nonchalant tone of his, making me flinch. "It's a contract outlining the terms of our arrangement," he continues, his expression unreadable. "Read it carefully before you sign anything." I nod and pick up the papers. As I do, my eyes briefly land on his bruised knuckles that have dried blood on them. He must have gotten into a fight. That's probably explained the foul mood. Quickly looking away, I focus on reading the contract. The entire time, I can feel his eyes on me, and my fingers tighten around the papers as I force myself to keep reading. The rules are... surprisingly reasonable. I must never reveal that our relationship is fake to anyone. I mus

KILLIAN."Fuck. This isn't working," I groan, hips jerking back as I try to pull my cock free from her mouth.The girl whimpers in protest and pushes forward instead, swallowing me even deeper until her nose presses flush against my pelvis. She's putting in real work, using her tongue, her hand, everything she has but I feel... nothing.My dick is only half-hard, uninterested no matter how eagerly she works me.Come on, you bastard. What the fuck is wrong with you?I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to force myself to focus, but my mind betrays me completely. Instead of the girl on her knees, I see Ophelia.On her knees in front of me. Those wide, innocent eyes gazing up at me through thick lashes, her cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink. Her soft, plump lips — the same sweet fucking lips I kissed that first night — stretched wide around my length.Saliva dripping messily down her chin as she struggles to take me deeper, soft little moans vibrating around my length and shooting straight

KILLIAN."Dude, isn't that your girlfriend?" Trevor asks, nodding toward the entrance, and I follow his gaze without even thinking, and the second my eyes land on her, I nearly choke on my own fucking drink.She's standing there at the entrance wearing the exact outfit I picked out and had delivered to her this evening, a fitted silver satin skirt that stops mid-thigh paired with a matching silver top that looks like it can't contain her breasts and she's taller tonight, heels doing exactly what it's expected to do.Her chestnut hair is pulled back except for two loose strands framing her face, no makeup except for something glossy and slick coating her lips, making them look softer, fuller, more kissable than they already are.The second she spots me, she nervously bites down on that bottom lip, and fuck, that alone is enough to make my dick go rock hard. She has no idea what that mouth does to me.Fuck. I knew she'd look good the second I picked that outfit out myself, but nothing c