Alle Kapitel von Curvy and Off-limits: Kapitel 91 – Kapitel 100

Harper’s POVThe gym was empty when we got there, which was rare for a Saturday morning. Usually there were at least a few staff members or early risers or Theodore getting in his morning cardio. But today it was just us and the mirrors and the low hum of the lights overhead.Declan was already on the treadmill when I walked in, his hair damp with sweat, his shirt clinging to his back in a way that made me forget how to breathe for a second. He looked up when he heard the door and that smile crossed his face. That one smile that makes him look younger and softer and nothing like the cold, untouchable Declan Kings everyone else sees."You are late." He said it but there was no bite to it."I know. I slept in.""I noticed." He stepped off the treadmill and grabbed his water bottle. "I was about to come find you.""I am here now." I dropped my bag on the bench and started stretching. "What are we doing today?""Legs." He said it with a grin that made my stomach dip. "I hope you are ready

Harper’s POVThe dress was even more beautiful than I remembered. I stood in front of the full length mirror in my room and stared at my reflection, at the way the gold lace hugged my curves and dipped low in the back and flowed down to the floor like liquid metal. It was the kind of dress that made me feel like someone else, someone who belonged at charity galas and fancy dinners and places where people did not worry abouy money.Remembering what happened wearing this dress in the changing room made my pussy clench. I had not had sex with Declan in almost two weeks.Between his football schedule and my classes and the constant presence of other people in the house, we had not found a single moment alone. No stolen minutes in the gym. No late night visits to my room. No quick, desperate encounters in dark corners. Just looks across the dinner table and accidental touches in the hallway and the constant, aching awareness of him.I felt it now, standing in front of the mirror, the fami

Harper’s POVThe restroom at the venue was the kind of fancy that made me uncomfortable, all marble countertops and gold fixtures and lighting that was designed to make everyone look better than they actually did. I had slipped away from the table after dessert, needing a few minutes alone, needing to breathe without the weight of Roland’s eyes on me and the sight of Vanessa hanging off Declan's arm. I pushed open the door and stepped inside.The room was empty except for the stalls, and I could hear voices coming from the other side of the wall. A door connecting to the men's restroom, maybe, or a private lounge. I did not think anything of it until I heard her laugh.Vanessa. I froze."…I am telling you, it is going to happen." Her voice was bright and confident. "He is just playing hard to get. They all do at first."Another voice, someone I did not recognize. "Are you sure? He does not seem interested.""He is interested." Vanessa laughed again. "He is just… distracted. But I kno

His POVThe garden is dark and quiet and I am standing in the shadows where nobody can see me.They think they are alone. They think the hedge is tall enough and the night is dark enough and the fountain is loud enough to cover the sounds they make. They think nobody knows.But I know because I always know.I watch them disappear behind the hedge, hand in hand, her gold dress catching the moonlight for just a second before she is gone. I hear the soft sound of her laugh, the low rumble of his voice, the rustle of fabric and the quiet gasp that follows.He is always touching her. But I don’t care about him as much as I thought I would.He is a nuisance, nothing more. He is playing at something he does not understand. He thinks he can take what is not his, thinks he can claim her with his hands and his mouth and his whispered words, but he is wrong. He is a temporary distraction. A fly buzzing around something that does not belong to him.She doesn’t belong to him. She belongs to me.I

Harper’s POVThe house was quiet when I got home from my shift, which was unusual for a Friday night. Usually Theodore was in his study and my mom was in the kitchen and Declan was somewhere in between, but tonight the downstairs was empty and the lights were dim. I found myself wandering through the rooms looking for signs of life. I found them in the living room.Theodore was on the couch with his laptop open and a stack of papers beside him. Natasha was curled up next to him with her head on his shoulder and her eyes closed, her breathing slow and even. She was asleep. Theodore was working around her, one hand on his keyboard and the other resting gently on her arm. I stood in the doorway and watched with a soft smile on my face. He did not notice me. He was too focused on whatever was on his screen, his brow furrowed, his fingers moving quietly so as not to wake her. Every few minutes he would glance down at her face and something in his expression would soften and he would go