Todos os capítulos de BILLIONAIRE'S PLUS-SIZE OBSESSION : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

“Thank… thank you…” I murmured after finally getting myself together. He simply nodded, then asked gently, “Is everything alright? You were crawling…” I leapt to my feet so fast I almost pulled a hamstring. “Oh! Totally! Yep. Just… morning stretches. Burning a few calories. Gotta keep the blood flowing, right?” I flung my arms up like I was in a mid-aerobics class. “Just a little crawling cardio.” He stared, then blinked, confused. “…Okay,” he said quietly and nodded. “I had to bring you along. You got drunk, I apologize for not being able to stop you from drinking too much.” He added, then turned and gestured toward the other corner of the room. “Your luggage is there.” My eyes followed his finger. But they didn’t make it to the luggage… they shifted to his back. A badass, realistic colored tiger tattoo—the artist must be blessed with magic fingers. I stared… never knew I could find a tattoo that attractive. When he turned back to me, I quickly looked away, pretending

“Do you like the food?” I looked up slowly and met his eyes. I swallowed tightly. “It’s… too good. Are you, like, a professional chef or something?” A one-side cheek dimple flashed as his lios twitched. “I just… enjoy cooking,” he replied and cupped his jaw, still staring at me. Okay, what’s up with Mr. Handsome Face? Why is he making this hard? I can’t swallow with his eyes on me like that. I slowed down with my chewing, being careful not to mess up. “You do like to eat…” I coughed out at that statement. Because I am fat?! That’s definitely why he was asking that. I don’t know much about men, but it seems like his stare was just out of amusement… mockery… I drank water and stopped eating. “Thanks for the food.” He raised his head from his palm and straightened. “You are not eating anymore?” He said it so softly, like he was confused. I tried not to snap at him, sounding like that after mocking me. I avoided his gaze and nodded. “I have eaten too much already. I don’t

“Yeah, because I don't have the look to judge, right? It's not my place because I look like this...”“No… that’s not what I meant,” he replied.My heart was so heavy—I had to let it out, for someone to listen. I don't care who… I had to.“My own mother told me that she regretted the day she conceived me. She wished I died in her womb! She screamed those words at five-year-old me, pinning me to the floor with a dagger pointed at my neck.‘Mummy, I’m sorry,’ my little voice whispered.It wasn’t something new to me. I don’t remember the first time, but I’m sure I must have cried—terrified and confused. Yet, at the end of each outburst, she never had the heart to finish me off. I guess she wasn’t a horrible mother… just a broken woman.”I paused and looked down, my tears flowing like a fountain.“That day, she came home drunk from a failed date. He had rejected her for being a single mother to a Black child. That wasn't the first time. Apparently, my father's race was an issue for them. M

I slammed both palms against the heavy security door again. “Open the goddamn door!” I was losing it. I could feel sweat gathering at my temple, my heart thudding like a drum solo on crack. How could he do this? I hit the door again. “Let me go!” The screen beside the door flickered. “Ms,” the AI spoke again, “please refrain from violence. The glass is bulletproof. You’re only going to bruise your hands.” I frowned. “I don’t care if it’s made of indestructible metal! LET. ME. OUT.” “I’m afraid that’s not an option at the moment,” the AI replied. “Boss override is in place for your protection.” “Oh my God, I am not a toddler who needs protection! I am a stranger here. I need to leave. You and your boss are holding me in here against my will. And it's a crime, by the way—if you don't know.” “The crime here is your attitude being bigger than your body size.” I froze. “Excuse me?” I stared at the glowing panel like it had just slapped me. “Finally some quietne

I walked into the home theater. The door didn’t slide this time. It swung open, revealing the place. Looks like heaven and smells so good too. So beautiful and relaxing. Cozy recliner seats in red velvet. Long LED light strips that shifted colors based on your mood. A small counter with snacks, drinks, and a self making popcorn machine. I filled a bowl of popcorn, humming happily, and dropped into the soft leather chair. It was a little tight. Okay, it was a lot tight. My hips groaned. The chair groaned. We both groaned. “Why are the chairs so small?” I muttered pushing myself down. Finally, I was able to fit in to the chair. I giggled through mouthfuls of warm, buttery popcorn. But then the chair started vibrating. “Sweet Jesus, a massage and a movie? Maybe staying here for a day isn't bad after all.” I gushed. Just as I picked up the remote and selected N*****x, the screen glitched and Leo's selfies were shown on the screen. First they took my breathe away. Second