The Billionaire Biker's Plus Size Obsession
His gaze cut through me, cold and heavy with disgust, before his fist slammed into the kitchen island.
“Look, Myra, I’ve had enough of this,” he snapped. “You’re too stiff. Too boring. And most importantly…”
He let out a sharp, humorless laugh as his eyes dragged over me like I was something he couldn’t stand to touch.
“Too fucking fat.”
The words landed hard in my body, like they didn’t belong in real life but still somehow shattered something inside me anyway.
I knew I was a bit bigger than most women, but I was putting a lot of effort to try and stay fit. It wasn't like I wasn't trying my hardest to loose weight and Vincent knew that.