Novel & Cerita Curvy Person

Yes, maybe I would face public humiliation, but at least they wouldn’t see me give up. The models joined hands, kneeling slightly to bow to the audience before we were all excited. A minute later, I heard a call and rushed back to the stage. "Tonight! To give the closing speech, we present to you the Co-CEO, designer, model, and the face of the new curvy line! Our dear Ava Golf!" I stepped forward, smiling, to take the microphone.

Queen smiled. “So?” “And assistants for his assistants.” Grace laughed harder. Even Queen smiled. Ava folded her arms. “There’s no way that’s the same man.” Queen looked back at the television. The interviewer was asking questions about a new luxury resort. Georgy answered effortlessly. Confident. Successful. Powerful. Nothing about him looked familiar now. Not compared to the man who had stood beside her while she struggled to stay on her feet. Nothing about him looked like someone who would stop for a stranger.

Gemma whispers, nudging me with her elbow. I follow her gaze and spot a striking figure moving gracefully through the rows. A woman with long, glossy curls cascading down her back, each strand shimmering as if kissed by the sun itself. She wears a fitted blue dress that stops just above her knees, perfectly hugging her lithe figure. It’s like the light bends to her will, making her glow as she walks with an air of effortless confidence. Her smile is soft, delicate almost angelic as she glances around without acknowledging anyone in particular. And that’s when it hits me.

three guys came out behind the curtains, twirling her around, staring at her in fascination. "How I wish I had these assets," a ginger-headed guy said in a high-pitched voice while she mentally cringed. He wore a black baggy knicker, a white polo that hugged his fitted abs, and black sneakers. "Oh Nicky, look at those boobs,'' she felt self-conscious and brought her hands to cover her covered chest only to be swatted by a blond-haired guy. He wore a blue short sleeve shirt in which the neck collar flared up. He wore yellow baggy shorts, which Versace had printed on while putting on Oscars.

I said making sure I put emphasis on her name. “See I know already I can't deal with you and yall haven't told us your names either.” Essence said with a giggle. Her and Kimani seem to be really cool and down to earth type of chicks, unlike the majority of the girls around campus, who only care about clothes, shopping, gossiping, hair and makeup. Although Essence and Kimani were dressed nice they were comfortable, it was different then the usual females. “My name is Syncere but people call me Syn.” I answered. “And my name is Shawn.” Shawn answered.

The room buzzed with professional conversation, but Isla’s mind wandered, trying to decipher the significance of her position at the CEO’s right-hand side. Handsome, wealthy, and kind—Randy Villegas seemed to possess the perfect trifecta that would make any woman swoon. His chiseled features, paired with his tailored suits and undeniable charm, often left a trail of admiration wherever he went. His generosity with employees, from unexpected bonuses to genuine praise, only added to his allure. But while many in the office couldn’t help but fantasize about catching his attention, Isla remained firmly grounded. To her, Randy was like a distant star—brilliant, unreachable, and far removed from t

one of them said. “Yes” the lady on the ground cried out, holding upon her wrist as if it was broken. “I wasn't even going to tell on you. We know how you leeches are” Another woman points at me. “She’s unstable. I saw her earlier, she has an attitude problem.” “She shoved me,” the one on the floor whimpers. “I think I sprained my ankle.” This is a performance. A planned one. “I didn’t touch you,” I said clearly, loud enough for everyone watching.

When I looked over, a man was standing in the entrance, blocking the way. My head snapped up. "Excuse me," I said, trying to walk past him. "Whoa! Wait a minute, little lady," the man said as his eyes trailed seductively up and down my body. He was tall and thin, with dark curly hair. Suddenly, another man stepped around the corner out of the shadows, wearing a sinister sneer. "Don't you wanna party with us?" Curly asked. "Let me go," I said, trying to step around him, but he blocked my way. "I really have to go home. My husband is expecting me."

Cindy said, then continued on. "That gorgeous Mulan lookalike, is Lexi." Cindy turned Cara's attention to a young woman of Asian descent, with bone straight dark brown hair that could almost past as black, and round face. "She's a sub and very flexible, so a lot of our clients that are into freaky contortions love getting alone time with her." Cindy explained. Cara nodded but said nothing. "Our three Sexy plus size girls, Mona, Tyra and Savannah," Cindy pointed to three women with heavy curves and voluptuous figures, from left two right, respectively.

** Dear Reader, I very much hope that you enjoyed King and Naomi’s story, and catching up with all the ‘Dangerous Curves’ characters. ‘Killer Curves’ (Dangerous Curves #3) Aidan and Gabi’s story, is the next book and it’s for sale here on GoodNovel. I also invite you to please check on my website: www.marysoljamesromance.com