All Chapters of A Chubby Girls Need Love Too Collection : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Damon’s POVI lean back in my chair and check my phone again under the table. Still nothing from Millicent. She wasn’t feeling too good yesterday. She seemed better in the morning. But who knows with these things.Simon keeps talking. Procurement timelines, vendor delays, the usual shit that makes people feel important. I barely listen. It’s already past lunch. This meeting ran later than I like.“Hold on,” I say.He stops mid-sentence, and everyone looks at me.I wave Aaron over. He leans down and I keep my voice low.“Call Millicent. Find out if she’s okay. I haven’t heard from her since morning.”Aaron nods once and steps out of the room without asking questions.I turn back to the table. “Continue.”Simon clears his throat and picks up where he left off. Something about revised delivery schedules and a three-week buffer on the East Coast shipments. I force myself to look at the slides even though my mind is elsewhere.My phone vibrates.Yelena.SAW YOUR NIECE AT A DINER

Millicent’s POVI’m filled to the core and it still doesn’t feel like enough.I lift up until just the thick head is stretching me open, then drop back down hard. The wet sound it makes is filthy. My tits bounce with every thrust and I don’t even try to stop them. Damon is staring up at me like he’s never seen me before.I plant my hands on his stomach and start riding him in short, deep strokes that make my ass slap against his thighs. His cock is so thick and long, every time I take him all the way in I feel it in my stomach.Every part of me is more sensitive now, especially my tits and my cunt.“Fuck,” I breathe, biting my lip the way I know he likes. “You’re so deep.”His hands tighten on my hips but he doesn’t take over. He’s letting me use him. That alone makes me clench around him.I lean forward a little so my tits hang closer to his face and keep bouncing on his cock. The friction on my clit is perfect. I’m already close again. My thighs are shaking. I don’t care. I ju

Millicent’s POVI wake up alone again, and for some reason, I’m whiny about it. I think I’m getting a bit too clingy. There’s a note on the counter in his handwriting.SEE YOU AT THE OFFICE. DON’T SKIP BREAKFAST. I stare at it for a second, then crumple it and throw it in the bin. Typical. Soft enough to leave toast and a note, cold enough to disappear before I open my eyes.I force down half a slice and head to the office. Nina’s already waiting for me in the lobby when I arrive. She hands me a cup of coffee and tells me the interviewees are already here for the position of my assistant. They are over half an hour early.My stomach knots when she says that. I honestly don’t want an assistant. Especially one who probably won’t last a month. Damon will have them running within a week. Over a small mistake.“Do I really have to sit through this?” I ask her.Nina gives me a look. “Your uncle’s orders. He wants someone in place by next week.”I sigh and walk toward the executive

Damon’s POVI leave her to take care of the interviews and not overthink anything. She still looked like she needed to catch her breath when she walked out of my office. She needs the distraction.There’s one thing I still have to take care of. I take the private elevator straight down to the parking garage and call Kieran the second the doors close.He answers on the first ring. “I was about to call you.”“Where are we with Ciara?”“She rejected the last offer. Her lawyer’s pushing the ‘unfair to the only daughter’ angle harder. They’re requesting a full accounting of the estate and trying to delay the dismissal.”I get into the car. Aaron already knows where we’re going. “Push the DNA petition today. I want Charmaine compelled to test against my father’s samples by the end of the week.”Kieran is quiet for a second. “That’s aggressive.”“She’s eighteen and about to marry the same idiot who cheated on Millicent. I’m done being polite. Freeze every remaining distribution from t

The question hangs between us like smoke.He just stares at me, jaw tight, eyes darker than usual. For a second I think he’s going to get angry. Part of me wants him to. At least when angry, he might be honest with me.Instead he lets out a long breath and runs a hand over his face.“No,” he says quietly, but firm. “You have nothing to do with my issues with Ciara.”I tilt my head and narrow my eyes. “Then what is this, Damon? Because from where I’m standing it looks a lot like you picked someone who would hurt Ciara, except I’m not the golden daughter.”“Picked? I didn’t even have to pursue you.”“Huh?” My voice keeps rising no matter how hard I try to keep it down. “Are you saying I threw myself at you?”He actually chuckles and shakes his head, clearly fighting back a smile. “That’s not what I meant.”“Then what did you mean?”He leans forward on the couch, putting his elbows on his knees. “I meant we just happened. But I wanted you long before any of this. Before the dinner. Before