All Chapters of A Chubby Girls Need Love Too Collection : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Damon’s POVI move inside her slow, groaning as her walls clench around me. I can never get enough of her. So much so that I haven’t been to the house since Saturday. I originally planned to stay throughout Sunday, but leaving her felt wrong. Seeing her at work made it even worse. I found myself driving back to her apartment after.I keep one hand under her thigh, holding her open, the other by her head so I don’t put too much weight on her.My phone buzzes on the nightstand again, for the third time in ten minutes. I don’t look. I already know who it is. She’s left me a hundred messages.I roll my hips, focusing on Millicent, and watch the way her face softens, lips parting. She’s still half-asleep, taking me like a pro.“Damon…” It’s barely a whisper.“I’ve got you,” I murmur against her skin. “Go back to sleep if you want.”She makes a small sound that might be a laugh, then another when I grind a little deeper. Her fingers find my forearm and hold on. I keep going, steady and unhur

Millicent’s POVI don’t stop walking until we’re around the corner and completely out of sight of the cafeteria. Then I spin on him so fast I almost lose my balance.“What the hell was that?”Damon leans against the wall, his eyes moving over me and he licks his lower lip slowly.“Lunch,” he says before meeting my gaze again. I fold my arms. “You can’t just sit down in the middle of the cafeteria like that. People are going to talk.”“They already are.” He tips his head. “Let them.”I make a sound that is half frustration, half panic, and step closer so no one walking past can hear. “Damon. I’m your assistant. Your niece. Do you have any idea how that looked?”He reaches out, catches my wrist, and pulls me in until I’m standing between his legs. I freeze for a second. Then I don’t pull away.“It looked like I wanted to have lunch in my cafeteria,” he says, voice low. “Which is exactly what it was.”I can’t be any more flustered. My mouth opens. Nothing comes out. Why do I fe

Damon’s POVAaron drops me at the front door and stays in the car like I told him. I’m not planning on lingering. I don’t even want to argue with Yelena tonight. Go in, deliver the news, give an order, get my shit, and get out.The house is quiet when I walk in. No TV, no music, just the air con humming. Yelena is sitting on the couch in one of those silk robes, phone in her hand. She looks up and smiles when I walk in. Like this is just a normal day, husband comes back from work.“You’re home,” she says. “Thought you would be sleeping at Millicent’s again.”Not going there. I stop a few feet away and don’t sit. “We need to talk.”Her smile slips. “About what?”“The divorce,” I say, and wait for the drama.She stares at me for a second like I just spoke another language. Then she laughs. “What divorce?”I raise an eyebrow. I know she’s not that dumb. “The one I told Kieran to file this morning.”The laugh dies. Colour leaves her face so fast it’s almost funny. She sits up, rob

I don’t tell Damon I’m meeting Charmaine.I text Nina instead, just so someone knows where I am, then take an Uber to the diner Charmaine chose. It’s one of those quiet places with booths and bad coffee, the kind of spot people pick when they want a private conversation.Except nothing about this is private.The second I walk in I see them.Charmaine is sitting on one side of a long booth. Next to her is Maurice. Across from them are his parents, and right at the end is Ciara, already smiling like this is a family reunion she’s been looking forward to all week.I stop dead for a second.Charmaine sees me and gives a small, awkward wave. Maurice keeps his eyes on the table. He won’t even look at me.Ciara beams. “Milly! Come sit, come sit.”I walk over slowly and slide into the only open space, which puts me directly across from Laura, Maurice’s mother. I feel constipated.Charmaine clears her throat. “I’m sorry. I wanted to talk to you alone. Mom insisted on inviting everyone

Millicent’s POVI pretend to be listening to Ciara as I fake a sip of the red wine. She keeps going on and on about things I don’t really care about. My focus is on Yelena.My ears prick up when she yells at the pimp.“Will you shut up!”Half the diner looks at them. Yelena looks to her sides but doesn’t look behind her. Probably guessing that I’m watching them. Maybe even feeling my stare burning into her back.She looks stiff as hell, shoulders tight, hands flat on the table like she’s fighting for composure. Greg the pimp just smirks and taps ash into a cup, completely ignoring the no smoking sign.Whatever they’re talking about, it’s not business. I know business talk, and that’s not it. Who the hell tells a client to shut?Ciara leans toward me. “Are you even listening?”I don’t answer her. I’m still watching.Yelena says something else I can’t hear. The man leans in closer. She shakes her head hard. Then she stands up like she can’t sit there another second.He stays se