His Curvy Obsession Novels & Stories

“Let me have the team check it first.” But something in my gut told me it was meant for me. I took the box and opened it anyway. Inside was a single photograph. It showed John and me making love on the balcony two nights ago. The image was clear and intimate. Across the bottom in bright red marker were the words “The Obsession Never Dies.” My hands started shaking. “John… this was taken two nights ago. From the cliffs. Someone was watching us while we…” John took the photo from me and cursed under his breath. “This is not possible. The new security should have caught anyone that close.”

I'd grown up figuring things out as I went, alone, with nobody to show me how any of this worked. He looked at me then, mildly amused. *"Is that so?"* he said. *"My ring costs more than you want to know. You can write me a check whenever you feel like it."* My brain short-circuited. Diana choked beside me. I'd officially played myself. *"Okay,"* I mumbled, barely audible. *"I will."* I prayed he didn't hear the way my voice cracked. --- **Ethan's POV** Shopping for women's clothing was a headache.

He had requested my formal permission to artificially boost its visibility across the Western algorithms, and I had gladly given him the green light. "You are one lucky dude, man. My wife absolutely loves the video,” the older customer says, leaning a bit closer over the counter. I don't think Eleanor is aware the clip has gone viral. "My wife is also a curvy woman.” I give him a firm nod, sliding my card through the reader to pay for the supplies. "Well, she was quite slim before,” the man continues, his voice softening.

Just then her man came forward and retrieved them from me. It was such a nice thing to do. That made him so hot and I began seeing the sexy side of him one more time. My body was beginning to misbehave. And when his finger grazed my hand as he collected the other bag, that was it, my thighs tightened against each other. I began dripping into my thighs but once again, I had to remind myself that he was my mother's man. And I wouldn't want anything to stress my mum. I wouldn't ruin her new lil new happiness. And just like that, I debunked the thought and lust once again.

Thoughts of how gorgeous she looked as she smoked my cigarette, her olive skin almost shimmering under the light of the half moon, a dress that left very little to the imagination. Every single peak of her exposed thigh made me want to massacre the men around. I wanted to gouge their eyes out and delete every thought and memory they had of her. Frustration crawled its way into my chest. Obsession was a slippery slope. I was hanging precariously over the edge. Irrational thoughts made their way through mind, a bad sign indeed. I had to be at the top of my game for what is to come. I have never wanted a plan to go my way than this. It has to work.

he hung up, not waiting for his response before slugging down his whiskey. She's mine! How is the new cover? AN: when I first started his curvy obsession, this is the plot I've in mind, you guys would have noticed that in the earlier chapters of his curvy obsession, Nathaniel was a scumbag. I don't what I used my time to have written in book wasted that why, I'm typing it now and making some changes. Kindly comment your thoughts :) Thank you for reading ♥

“Moaning my name as you take my c*ck in and beg for more.” I should fear his words, but my body has decided to dare disobey him until he can do those things on me. I knew to myself that I would really do that, only if I didn't hold myself back and clear my mind. “You won't do that,” I whispered back to him. “This will be the last time you can go further.” I held his hand and pushed it away from my body, but the brute only smirked, as if he knew that behind my sharp words, I was in need of his tempting obsession.

Curves in all the right places, a natural artistry that makes my mind feel like it’s about to split into two, one half screaming in alarm, the other half roaring in pure, unadulterated desire. The sun, a benevolent spotlight, catches her, illuminating the delicate planes of her face, the rich, warm tone of her caramel skin. She glows. Truly, madly, deeply glows. She’s the most exquisite, beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life. And then there is that ass. That utterly perfect, beautiful curve, a testament to some divine sculptor. She's wearing denim shorts. Or should I say, *bum shorts*, as some ladies call them. They are practically so short that the fabric barely skims the apex of her

He was young, between nineteen and twenty, with sandy hair and an eager smile that reminded her of a puppy. "Dr. Bernstein wants to see you," Marcus said. "Something about the Medici exhibition?" Elena nodded, setting down her tools. As she passed Marcus, he fell into step beside her, chattering about some new acquisition they'd received. She barely heard him. Her mind was still stuck on Dante, on the way his eyes had burned when he'd called her his property, on the confusion and pain churning in her gut. I hate him, she told herself firmly. I hate what he's become. What he's done to me.

There’s a Korean drama called What’s Wrong with Secretary Kim that once went viral. Movies and TV shows often portray secretaries as glamorous women—gorgeous, seductive, and impeccably dressed. They revolve around their powerful bosses, fall in love with them, and compete with their bosses’ lovers for attention, living lives of luxury in upscale venues. Seraphina Arden told her best friend Emily, “It’s all a load of crap.” Seraphina was the secretary to Leon Everhart, the CEO of TerraVantage Group. On this particular Sunday night, she was out with Emily, enjoying street food and doing some window shopping, when her phone buzzed.