The Step father and His plus size obsession
"You really think you can just walk into my dining room wearing a dress that tight and expect me to let my sons stare at you?"
Arthur’s voice was a low, dangerous rumble, his large hand squeezing her thick thigh right under the table.
Roxy swallowed hard, her face burning because she could literally feel the twins watching her every move, but she tried to keep her voice steady.
"I... I didn't think it was that short, Arthur."
"It’s not the length, sweetheart," Damian smirked, leaning against the doorframe while his eyes dropped straight to her heavy chest. "It’s just that he actually thinks he’s the only one who gets to touch."
"Back the hell off, Damian," Leo growled, stepping up right behind her and wrapping a possessive arm around her soft waist to pull her flush against his body. "She’s not yours, and she’s definitely not his. We share."