All Chapters of FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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WHERE HAS THE LOVE GONE?

"Mitch..." I pleaded. He pointed at me again, eyes blazing. “It’s yours, Lena. All yours. If you had kept yourself up, stayed sexy for me, made an actual effort instead of just complaining and starving for a few days then giving up… none of this would be happening. I wouldn’t have to sneak around with girls who actually make me feel like a man. we've been together for five years! Five years...no child....all you do was blow up like a pufferfish.” I couldn’t breathe. The sobs turned violent, shaking my whole body. I rocked back and forth on the floor, whispering through the tears: “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… I’ll try harder… please… don’t do this to me… I love you… please…” Mitch just sighed, like my breakdown was exhausting him. “Stop crying like that. It doesn’t help. If you really love me, then prove it. Fix yourself. Because I’m not going to keep living like this — coming home to a wife I can’t even desire while I have to get my satisfaction somewhere else. The choice i

CREEPS

I went to work at the bar that evening, not emotionally charged but I didn't have a choice. I have a debt on my neck. I moved on autopilot, pouring drinks, forcing weak smiles at customers but tears kept slipping down my cheeks no matter how many times I wiped them away. My chest felt hollow, like someone had scooped everything out and left only pain behind. I was wiping down the glasses, shoulders shaking with silent sobs, when a soft voice cut through the haze. “Hey… are you okay?” I looked up and saw Clara standing there, tray clutched to her chest like a shield. She looked a bit uncomfortable. "Ye...yes...are you?" She shook her head and glanced nervously toward the corner table where four middle-aged men were holding court. They were loud, whistling at every waitress who walked past with their laughter crude. “I… I’m scared to serve that table,” she whispered, eyes on the floor. “They’re always touching, groping. They laugh it off like it’s a joke. Last time

HARASSED

The first man leaned back, his eyes narrowing as he looked me over again. I noticed his gaze lingered on my stomach. “Damn,” he said with a cruel laugh. “No wonder you’re so uptight. Look at the size of you. How much do you weigh, anyway? Two-fifty? Three hundred? Bet that’s why your husband always cheats on you—that's if you even have one.” That hit me right in the heart where it hurts. How could he tell? The others snickered, emboldened. “Yeah, she’s a big one,” another added, gesturing at my thighs. “All that fat jiggling around. No man wants to climb on top of that mountain every night. You probably crush the poor guy.” “She thought she was something,” the third one chimed in, grinning. “You decline our compliments and act all high and mighty, but let’s be real—with a body like that, you should be grateful anyone’s even looking in your direction. Most men would run the other way.” The table erupted again, louder this time, their voices carrying across the bar. My cheeks b

APOLOGIZE

“This place is ridiculous,” one of the men sneered. “Rude, fat expired women running the place. No wonder the service is trash.” “You heard me, apologize,” the manager said again as he turned to me. My chest tightened. “You’re asking me to apologize? I was assaulted! He should be the one apologizing.” “Apologize, Mrs. Lena. We can’t afford this kind of drama.” “I’m the victim!” I shouted this time in frustration, my voice cracking as I pointed at the one with the ugly hairline. “He assaulted me!” “You’re making a scene, Lena,” the manager snapped. The men smirked at me triumphantly and exchanged glances between themselves. The first man, who had grabbed me, scoffed. “See what I mean? Rude, expired women. This bar’s a joke. No respect for customers.” “Disgusting customer service,” another added. “You should hire some younger girls who actually know how to treat men.” They stormed away from the table, heading toward the exit while knocking over their chairs and flipping table

LOVE ME AGAIN

I forced a weak smile and nodded at Clara.“It’s fine,” I whispered, my voice barely holding together. “Really, you don't have to apologize. I’m very okay.”But I wasn’t, not even close.I stood up on shaky legs, smoothed down my uniform with trembling hands, and walked toward the bathroom as steadily as I could manage.Every step felt like I was dragging my entire body through thick mud.The eyes of the other waitresses followed me; I could feel their pitying stares burning into my back.Soft murmurs rose behind me like a swarm of bees.“Poor Lena…”“She didn’t deserve that.”“Still… slapping a customer? That's a risk. The manager’s not wrong about the drama.”“She’s always so strong, but look at her now. I have never seen her look this sad.”"She's trying so hard to make us believe she is okay... This is just not fair."I pushed open the bathroom door and stepped inside, locking it behind me with a soft click that sounded far too loud in the small space.The moment I was alone, the

HORROR

Trying to stay calm and put myself together once more, I took deep, shaky breaths and wiped my face one last time.“Get it together, Lena,” I muttered to myself. “You still have a shift to finish. Get paid... You need the money... Debts to pay... and you have been saving money to get that high-rated weight loss drug. Let it be your motivation... okay?”I paused as another sob broke through.“Mitch will love you again... All you have to do is lose weight...”I cried, covering my mouth as his words came back.“I am not the same man you married? Yes! Are you the same woman I married, Lena? It's not fair to me either! I spent money on have something other men have for free in marriage. I can't get it up for you... Do you want me to keep living like this?”All I needed was for you to be patient with me, Mitch._________I woke up the next morning with swollen eyes and a heavy, aching body.Mitch still hadn’t come home.The food I’d cooked for him last night stayed cold on the stove, untouc

WHAT THE HELL

I needed to know for sure.My hands shook as I pulled out my own phone and walked out of the café to call my co-worker from the bar.I dialed Clara.She picked up on the second ring.“Clara?” My voice came out hoarse and shaky. “It’s Lena. I just got to the café… Everyone here is talking about four men who were found dead this morning. Dumped beside the bar. Is it… is it them? The ones from last night?”I whispered.There was a heavy pause at the other end. I could hear the chaos of the bar in the background—phones ringing, the manager shouting orders.“Yeah,” Clara whispered, her voice tight with fear.“It’s them, Lena. The exact four. The police have already been here asking questions. The pictures are horrible… their faces beaten beyond recognition, pants pulled down, dicks severed and laid on their chests like some kind of message. The whole staff is freaked out. Edith won’t stop crying. The manager is losing his shit. He keeps saying we need to be careful.”I leaned against the w

KINDLY REJECT

That was Gabi's voice. I shook myself out of the fog and walked toward the counter area, still trying to steady my breathing. That was when I saw him. A tall biker guy standing in front of the counter, again with his helmet on. Why doesn't he take the damn helmet off before entering the café? He wore a fitted black leather jacket that stretched… How funny… in the middle of all this terror, my nose had picked up on him first. It was his cologne that I perceived outside. And why is he holding that bouquet of flowers? I approached the counter, fighting to keep my voice steady and professional even though my hands were still trembling from the phone call with Clara. “Welcome back to Honey Home Café… what can I get for you?” I asked, notepad clutched tightly in my fingers. He turned toward me. My breath hitched. For some reason, I hated that he kept his face hidden. What if he was dangerous? What if he was a murderer trying to escape recognition? No… I was probably overthink

HARMLESS

My heart skipped at that. I glanced around to make sure no one was paying attention to us. However, it was useless. There was just one customer in the café, and the girls were watching us as though we were in a school play. Then I turned back to him. "That's not your concern—what my husband gets me or not—and I won't tolerate your harassment anymore. Give me your order or I will leave and attend to more serious customers," I replied quickly, but the edge in my voice came out thinner than I intended. He took a small step closer and my pulse stumbled. What was he trying to do now?! "Please,take it. It's a harmless gift". My throat went dry. Why does he sound so calm? “I am sorry, I don’t take gifts from strangers,” I said instead, trying to pull the moment back under control. “Especially not ones who won’t even show their face.” "I can show you my face if you want". He said quietly almost in a whisper as if we are sharing a secret. If I don't do something, ther

CAN I TRUST YOU?

Julia came out of the kitchen and smiled at the biker.“Oh, you want the Velvet special today?”He nodded politely, then turned his head back to me.“I hope the muffin was made by Lena?”I froze for a second.“Of course... Lena handles most of our bakery items. She is a goddess in the kitchen. Unfortunately, there is no more muffin available unless Lena can make a fresh one for you.”Julia said, flashing him a professional smile.“I would be honored.”“No... no... I can't. I am not baking today.”“Of course you can. Lena, customer first priority.” She grabbed my arm gently and pulled me toward the baking and drink prep area, away from the counter. “The girls will take over serving for a bit. Come on.”Once we were inside the kitchen area, Julia lowered her voice and leaned closer, a mischievous glint in her eyes.“That young man is clearly fond of you, Lena. He bought you an expensive, romantic bouquet. How sweet.”“No, it's not sweet. It's disrespectful...”“How so? Since we don't re

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