His Filthy Obsession

She Says Yes

Chapter 2

Elena POV

I barely slept that night.

Damien’s words kept echoing in my head. “You, Elena.” The image of him pointing at me right after f*****g that thin model on his desk refused to leave my mind.

The way my body had reacted even as my heart twisted with jealousy.

I tossed and turned in my small bed. My chubby body felt heavy against the sheets.

My soft belly and thick thighs stuck together. I kept replaying the moment. The way he had looked at me. The way he had chosen me.

By morning, my decision was made. I was doing this for love.

I walked into the office at 8am. My pencil skirt hugged my wide hips and thick thighs. My blouse stretched slightly across my full breasts. My chubby cheeks were already warm as I knocked on his door.

“Come in.”

Damien sat behind his desk looking unfairly perfect in a fresh black suit. He watched me close the door behind me. His eyes were intense.

“I’ve thought about your offer,” I said, standing in front of his desk.

He leaned back in his chair. “And?”

I took a deep breath. My soft belly pressed against the waistband of my skirt. “I accept. I’ll marry you for one year.”

A slow, satisfied smirk spread across his face. He stood up and walked around the desk toward me. “Good girl.”

Those two words sent a rush of heat through my entire body. I pressed my thighs together. I was doing this because I loved him. Madly. Desperately.

This was my only chance to be close to the man I had wanted for four long years.

He stopped right in front of me. Very close. “Good. You understand the terms? One year as my public wife. You stop working as my secretary immediately. I keep my private lifestyle. Big payout at the end. We make it look real to my family and the world.”

“I understand,” I said softly. My voice shook a little.

“But I have one condition. Please don’t humiliate me. If you sleep with other women, be discreet. I won’t be able to handle public embarrassment.”

Damien studied me for a long moment. His eyes moved slowly over my curvy body. Over my full breasts. My soft belly. My wide hips.

“Fair enough. I can agree to that. But you should know I chose you for a reason, Elena. You’ve seen the worst of me for four years and never betrayed me. You’re loyal. You’re real. You know every secret. And I think you’ll look damn good as my wife.”

He stepped even closer. His hand came up and brushed a strand of hair from my face. The touch was light but it made my skin tingle. “Any other conditions?”

I swallowed hard. “I want respect. Even if this is fake. Don’t treat me like one of your disposable women.”

He smirked.

“I won’t. You’re different.” His fingers trailed down my arm. “We start tonight. No time to waste. My father gave me one week. We’re going to Kane Estate this same night. My father’s house. We need to sell the engagement immediately.”

My heart jumped. “Tonight?”

“Yes. Tonight.” He pulled me closer. My soft, curvy body pressed against his hard one. My full breasts squished against his chest. My soft belly touched his abs. His hand settled possessively on my wide hip. “Go home now. Pack a bag. Wear something elegant that shows off these curves. Practice how we act as a couple touching, smiling, looking in love.

No mistakes at Kane Estate.”

I nodded, trying to stay calm. “What story do we tell them about us?”

“We keep it simple. You’ve been my secretary for four years. We grew close over time. Feelings developed. We decided to make it official. You’re the only woman who truly understands me and my world.”

His hand squeezed my hip. “And you look at me like you’re in love with me. Can you do that, Elena?”

I looked up into his eyes. “Yes. I can.”

He leaned down. His lips brushed my ear. “Good. Because from tonight, you’re mine. Publicly. For one year. No turning back.”

The words sent a shiver down my spine. I wanted to melt into him. I wanted him to kiss me properly. To push me against the desk and finally touch me the way I had dreamed about for years. But he stepped back.

“Go. My driver will pick you up in two hours. We leave for Kane Estate together. Be ready.”

I left his office on shaky legs. My mind was spinning. I was really doing this. Becoming his fake wife the same day. Meeting his family tonight at Kane Estate. My chubby body would be on full display.

Sophia Kane would judge every soft inch of me.

I rushed home. In my apartment I stood in front of the mirror. I chose a deep blue dress that clung to my full breasts, soft belly, and wide hips. It made me feel beautiful but nervous. I packed a small bag. Brushed my hair down. Put on makeup. Practiced smiling lovingly in the mirror.

Two hours later, the driver picked me up. As the car moved through New York traffic, my thoughts raced again. I touched my soft belly nervously. I was curvy. Plush. Nothing like the thin women Damien usually had on his arm. But he had chosen me.

The car stopped at his building. Damien waited outside looking handsome. His eyes moved slowly over my body. Over my cleavage. My hips. My curves.

“You look good,” he said. His voice was low. “Very good.”

He slid into the car beside me. His hand immediately rested on my thick thigh. “Remember. We are madly in love when we reach Kane Estate. Act like it from the moment we arrive.”

The drive felt intense. Damien kept giving me last minute instructions the whole way.

How to hold his hand. How to look at him. How to answer his mother’s sharp questions. Every word made the reality sink in deeper.

I was really doing this.

Because I loved him.

As the car pulled up to the grand gates of Kane Estate that same night, Damien squeezed my thigh. “Ready, wife?” he asked. But when the doors opened, Sophia Kane was already waiting with a cold smile. And I knew the real test had begun.