Ceo Plus Size Crush Novels & Stories

The CEO is having an enormous erection and he was unbothered. They passed by the crowd who were all left flustered by the awkward yet interesting predicament of the handsome CEO. "CEO Wright is huge" "That's a hell of a monster" "She is so lucky" "See the bump? It's humongous" "I wonder how could she take him" "I'm jealous of her" "All in one package. Handsome and huge" "So lucky girl" A mix of astonishment, envy, and mortification came from the crowd as they watched the couple stomp their path away from the crowd.

I was very busy during the week, doing my alpha werewolf stuff, supervising the renovation of some parts of our new pack house and of course replying texts to the many college girls that sought my attention at all costs. Now I was sitted inside the dressing room of the college soccer stadium, trying to kit up together with other guys that were also present for the trial. Suddenly a guy stood before me. He was all kitted up with nice yellow boots, a clean nice outfit and a white wrist band. He was all smiles, looking eager and filled with determination, but he had a problem. He was cranky and he wore medicated spectacles. From my accessment he looked like one in his late teens.

A fashion editor, two business investors, a podcast host, and a skincare distributor. Camille remained beside me the entire time, smoothly feeding me names and details whenever I needed. “You're doing well,” she whispered after one interaction ended. “I'm surviving,” I said. “That's practically the same thing,” she replied and I laughed softly. One woman asked excitedly if LovePlus would focus only on plus-sized women. “No, it's for every woman who has ever felt invisible at some point in their life,” I said, smiling carefully and her expression softened immediately. “I love that,” she said.

It was designed in a way that made it easy to move without making my baby bump too obvious. I turned slightly in front of the mirror. My bump was still there, of course, but the uniform made it look much smaller than it actually was. I looked good. Really good. My phone kept buzzing with messages. My trainers had all sent me messages wishing me luck and telling me how excited they were to see me compete. I smiled as I replied to each of them. Then another message appeared. From Hayes. My Alpha. My Alpha: How's my treasure preparing for the competition?

Vivienne leaned her curvy back against the leather-upholstered office chair in her workspace. The stack of marketing documents she had just signed lay neatly on the desk. After three full hours of exhausting discussions with Benita and the investors, the tension in her shoulders gradually eased. The plus-sized woman, weighing eighty kilograms, wore a satisfied smile; her first meeting as CEO had gone smoothly without a single flaw. She picked up the black phone resting in the corner of her desk and pressed the power button. The moment the screen lit up, a flood of notification bubbles poured in nonstop, causing the slim device to vibrate violently in her plump hand.

I requested on the drive. “His name is Williams Almond and he is…” Kenzie was saying. “You mean almond, that fruit?” I asked, chuckling. “Let’s say it is,” Kenzie replied, not ready to argue with me. “He is thirty-five years old and he is the current CEO of Chek. Just in case you haven’t heard of the company, what they do is make designer sportswear. The collaboration with them started officially five months ago but the main product hasn’t been launched.”

“Try this one.” I took it, holding it up. The top was made of tiny triangles that barely looked big enough to cover anything, and the bottoms were high-cut and covered in ruffles. “This looks… small,” I said. “Their sizes go up to an extra-large.” Sophia glanced at me and wrinkled her nose slightly. “Do you need to go to a plus-size store?” “No, it’s in my size, it’s just…” I shrugged. “Nevermind. I’ll give it a shot.”

She gave the boxes of Chanel clothes a little kick and said with a smirk, “Nigel treats every new lookalike like this. Don’t think you’re that special.” When I remained speechless, Jora crossed her arms and gave me a proud, mocking smile. “Even if we’re all just lookalikes, I’m still the one Mr. Jefferson cares about most. Otherwise, why would he have kept me around for so many years? “And look at you now. You’re older, not as pretty, and you have a scar on your face.” She pointed at my forehead and said sharply, “Once Mr. Jefferson sees you’re nothing like how he remembers, he’ll kick you out.”

I lifted the heavy, conservative dress, slid it back onto the metal rack, and pushed it all the way to the back. "Did you find something you like?" the consultant asked, stepping over with a notepad. "No," I said, my voice clearing and growing stronger. "That one isn't right." I walked further down the row of dresses until I found what I was looking for. I pulled out a gown crafted from structured, luminous white satin with a fitted bodice, a modern sweetheart neckline, and a bold, sweeping skirt that cascaded gracefully to the floor. It was a dress that commanded attention. It celebrated my soft plus-size figure instead of apologizing for it. It was designed for a woman who was proud of the

I stood behind the wide glass desk, reviewing the updated market reports for the northern Atlantic shipping sector. I wore a plum-purple tailored sheath dress made of rich double-knit jersey, paired with a cropped dark wool jacket. The fitted dress celebrated my plush, majestic frame without hesitation…accentuating the broad, noble curve of my shoulders, wrapping comfortably around the generous swell of my bust, and outlining the wide, magnificent sweep of my hips before falling past my knees. I looked every bit the CEO of Marlowe Global: a plus-sized woman grounded in her own power, taking up space with unbothered grace and authority.