Unholy Cravings and Desires

CHAPTER 1: My Gym Instructor

Clara’s POV

I’ve always been the fat girl nobody wanted in college, every guy I crushed on didn’t even see me, they looked right past me to the skinny ones. So I gave up on guys, on love, all that s**t, I just wanted to finish school and get a good job but even after I graduated at 23, nothing.

I sent out applications, went to places in person, and they took one look at my body and said no. No interview, no chance. Just “we’ll call you” and they never did.

“Clara! You still sleeping? Get your fat ass out here and say hi to your cousin Sandra, maybe she’ll finally help you lose some weight!” Mom yelled through my door.

Perfect, just f*****g perfect. Sandra, my model cousin with the perfect body and the nasty mouth. In front of family she acts all sweet, but alone with me? She’s a total b***h.

She bullied me all through high school and college and every guy I liked, she’d find out and snatch him just to rub it in my face, I hated her guts…why the hell did Mom invite her to stay for the holidays?

I dragged myself out of bed, threw on baggy sweats, and walked to the living room, there she was, sitting pretty on the couch, sipping some green juice, legs crossed in tiny shorts that showed off her tight thighs. Mom was fussing over her like always.

Sandra saw me, put on her fake smile, stood up and hugged me tight. “Missed you so much, Clara!” she said loud enough for Mom to hear.

Then she leaned in close and whispered, “Ready for hell, fat ass?”

She pulled away smiling like nothing happened and sat back down.

Mom clapped her hands. “Sandra’s gonna help you get in shape, she said she’ll work out with you, show you how to get a body like hers but gyms are too far, so I hired a private trainer to come here. He’ll train both of you at home these two weeks, Sandra’s free anyway.”

Just then, a knock sounded at the door, and Mom went to answer it.

Holy s**t.

This guy was straight-up hot. Tall, built like a damn tank, tattoos covering his strong arms. His black t-shirt was so tight I could see every line of his abs, that deep V dipping into his pants. Dark hair, sharp jaw, green eyes that made my stomach flip, he looked dangerous and sexy as hell.

Me and Sandra both just stared, mouths open.

“This is your trainer, girls,” Mom said. “Listen to him, Clara. Especially you. He’s staying here the full two weeks to get you results.”

I was so busy staring I didn’t even see him hold out his hand.

“Oh, s**t sorry,” I mumbled, grabbing it. His hand was big, warm, rough, he held mine a little too long, smiling right at me.

Mom rushed out for work, leaving the three of us alone.

“Hey, I’m Ryan Dickson,” he said, voice low and rough.

Sandra, being the b***h she is, pushed me aside and stuck her hand out, pressing her t**s against his arm while she flirted hard.

But I saw it, he kept looking at me and not at her. His eyes moved over my hips, my chest, like he actually liked what he saw.

Then he said it, something nobody had ever said to me.

“You got a beautiful body, Clara,” he said, voice soft but deep. “Real curves and soft in all the right places…we’ll just tighten up that belly a little and truth is, I love thick girls, I always have.”

My heart slammed in my chest. Heat rushed straight between my legs, my big n*****s got hard under my shirt, and I felt myself getting wet just from his words.

The way he looked at me, more like he wanted to touch me, taste me and I was done for…right there, I fell hard, I didn’t care if it was love or pure lust, i wanted him.

“Let’s go outside and get started,” Ryan said. “No time to waste.”

“I gotta change first,” I said quick, then ran to my room.

I barely shut the door when Sandra slipped in behind me, arms crossed, glaring.

“I saw you flirting with him, you little cow.”

“And? What’s it to you? I wasn’t flirting, you were the one rubbing your t**s on him.”

“You’re not even in my league, Clara and everyone knows it, If I want Ryan, he’ll be inside me by tonight. He’d never touch a fat sloppy pig like you.”

I pulled off my hoodie, let her see my big t**s in the tight tank top. Then I stepped into my leggings, the ones that hug my thick ass and thighs real nice.

“Keep dreaming,” I said.

She smirked. “Wanna bet? Five thousand dollars says I f**k him first. If you somehow get him, I’ll pay you five thousand but when I win and I will—you owe me two thousand.”

Something snapped in me, just the thought of Ryan picking me, f*****g me deep while she lost turned me on even more.

“Bet,” I said. “Now get the f**k out my room.”

“Don’t cry when he picks my tight ass over your fat one,” she spat, then slammed the door.

I stood there breathing hard, body buzzing.

This holiday just got real interesting.

And I was ready to win.

I finished pulling on my tight gym pants—the ones that hugged my thick thighs and made my ass look round and juicy. My tank top was low-cut, showing off the tops of my big t**s, I felt a little sexy for once, not just fat and forgotten. I walked outside, heart pounding, ready for whatever this workout would bring.

There was Sandra, already out there like the slut she is, throwing herself at Ryan. Her hands on his chest, laughing too loud, pressing her body against him but the second his eyes landed on me, he pushed her hands off real quick and walked straight over.

His gaze was hungry, like he wanted to eat me up right there.

“Damn, girl,” he said low, his voice rough. “You got a body that’s killing me, this ain’t what your mom said at all. s**t, I could steal you away from her, keep you all to myself.” He looked me up and down, lust burning in his eyes.

I saw Sandra’s face twist with pain and jealousy. It hit me like sweet revenge for all the guys she stole, all the times she called me fat pig. Inside, I was grinning hard.