Ceo Plus-size Crush Novels & Stories

It was like the world found ways to make me think of her even when I was trying hard not to. The CEO of the company was a hearing impaired man. He had stunned the world with his impressive leading skills and business flair. His company, already a giant in its field when his father had been running it, had soared to new heights after he took over the responsibilities of a CEO. He was a smart businessman, barely older than I was. The phone rang, the landline. It was Brandon. "Yes?" I answered, my voice sharper than I intended. "The meeting is waiting for you to begin, sir."

As the CEO of Minerva and the heir of Peyton Group? Since I was the one who suggested that, naturally I know the way to accomplish it. So, “No worries. I am a pro when it comes to makeup.” especially an ugly one, believe it or not. And no, I haven’t been practicing. However, “I’ll handle it for you.” With a tilt on the head, Jamie smiles at me, “You better.” Hah, very well. Challenge accepted. And I shall name it——the Uglify-Your-Boss Challenge.

I don’t know why, but Sarah, his mom looks very familiar. As she read my mind, she says, “I am Sarah Brown; founder of No Size, my husband is the CEO of Brown Industries. My son is a senior in Washington High, which year are you in Savannah?” I am dumbfounded, Sarah Brown, how didn’t it strike me, her label is my favorite, it’s not too expensive but they have this idea, of not mentioning sizes and have a wide range of sizes and options. “I am in senior year as well.” I say lowly.

He told the attendant, "We'll take this one. Show me your shoe collection." "Sir, what's her size?" He examined Jessie's feet. "Size Six point five." He was absolutely right. Her shoe size was six point five. Jessie looked at the dress she was wearing in the mirror. She wondered why he liked it. She wasn't pleased. It wasn't flashy at all. She was a pink-and-yellow woman with no natural coloring. She had left that life behind with Marco. Now, she liked bright colors but Din Cooper wanted to bring her back to the life she hated. He had put her in a long-sleeved white gown that reached her knees. Not too tight, not too loose. Solid.

she asked. The manager looked slightly confused at first. Then her face lit up as though she had suddenly remembered exactly who Evelina was talking about. "Yes. Well, I do not know much about her, but I do know that she was fired for treating someone rather badly and now I'm here. Also, the new management is none other than your fiancé, Mr. Adrian Board. He bought this entire store a few days ago and he specifically requested that plus-size dresses be designed and sold here to ensure that women of all sizes felt included," the manager responded.

The quiet pride in seeing real women stand taller in designs I created. He listened without interrupting. His questions showed he understood both the creative side and the business reality. When I mentioned the capsule collection I was developing now, the one focused on plus-sized women who wanted to take up space boldly, he asked about target customers, fabric choices, and expansion ideas. No polite nods. Real interest. The conversation flowed more easily than I expected. I found myself describing the frustration of watching my work claimed by an agreement I signed without enough care. The family pressure to disappear gracefully. The public comments that reduced years of my life to gossip.

"Your mother signed a piece of paper, but you and I both know she wasn't the prize. You are." His hands slid up from my waist, his thumbs tracing the heavy swell of my breasts right through the tight knit of my dress. I let out a soft, embarrassing gasp, my head falling back as his fingers dug into my soft flesh. He wasn't being gentle. He was handling me like I belonged to him, mapping out every inch of my plus-size curves with a possessive, heavy touch that made my skin burn. "Take it off," he commanded, his voice dropping an octave.

It isn’t so bad. Anyway, back to our CEO. He was a douche! I have met him twice in person the year I have worked here, and that was enough. The only other times I have seen him is through conference video calls. He was rude and arrogant, and the way he spoke to people was disgusting. I met him for the first time after I had only been working here a couple of weeks. I had no clue who he was, and it didn’t go well.

She found an empty chair near the end of the line and sat, her hands gripping her portfolio so tightly her knuckles turned white. From her vantage point, she had a clear view of the candidates entering and exiting the interview room. The first to emerge was a statuesque blonde, her eyes glistening with tears as she stumbled toward the exit. The next was a young man in a navy-blue suit, his jaw clenched, his face twisted in frustration. One by one, they filed out—some muttering curses under their breath, others looking utterly defeated. Sky swallowed hard, her stomach twisting into knots. What kind of monster was this CEO that grown men and women left his office on the verge of breakdowns?

Rumors were the appetizer of the day, with fears of job cuts as the main course. The room grew hushed as Alex made his entrance. He didn’t just walk in; he owned the space, moving with the controlled power of a man with absolute certainty in his purpose. He didn’t need to say a word to command attention; his presence was enough. I bit the inside of my cheek, a small act of defiance against the admission that crept into my thoughts—he was infuriating, yes, but the man knew how to wear a suit. The cut, the fit, the way it subtly hinted at the strength underneath, it was all frustratingly perfect, not to mention insanely sexy.