His Curvy Obsession

His Curvy ObsessionChristine Axford His Curvy ObsessionCopyright © 2023 by Christine AxfordAll rights reserved.No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher.This book is a work of fiction.Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or is purely coincidental.^^content Warning^^This book contains mature language, some dominant/submissive behavior/scenes, explicit sex and possible triggers. It is not intended for readers under the age of 18.ISBN: 978-1-7774106-6-7 TABLE OF contentsCHAPTER ONECHAPTER TWOCHAPTER THREECHAPTER FOURCHAPTER FIVECHAPTER SIXCHAPTER SEVENCHAPTER EIGHTCHAPTER NINECHAPTER TENCHAPTER ELEVENCHAPTER TWELVECHAPTER THIRTEENCHAPTER FOURTEENCHAPTER FIFTEENCHAPTER SIXTEENCHAPTER SEVENTEENCHAPTER EIGHTEENCHAPTER NINETEENCHAPTER TWENTYCHAPTER TWENTY-ONECHAPTER TWENTY-TWOEPILOGUE BOOKS ALSO PUBLISHED BYCHRISTINE AXFORDOne is a Promise (His Angel – Book One)Two is Tantalizing (His Angel – Book Two)Three is Precarious (His Angel – Book Three)A Taste of RedCrossroads – Two Choices, One DestinyWriting happily ever after’s, one word at a time.Happy reading and best wishes,Christine Axford Chapter One DesireeI settle in front of my computer, nervously staring at my cell phone and trying to fight the urge to bite my nails. Since powering it on thirty minutes ago, it hasn’t stopped pinging. I’m not sure if I can bring myself to read the reviews from my most recent swimsuit photoshoot that was published in our Curvaceous magazine. It would have hit newsstands this morning and all social media platforms. This was a tremendous step for me, considering I’ve only done trendy clothing and accessories for the magazine. I’ve been too shy to bare more of my skin than I had to, but Shanelle insisted, giving me no choice. She’s my boss and all. A boss I’m particularly not fond of, but the feeling is mutual. I’m positive she’s out to get me, or at least make my life a living hell, so eventually I’ll quit. It’s no secret she had ulterior motives in pressuring me to do the swimwear photoshoot. She’s hoping everyone will be disgusted seeing the excessive amount of curves that can’t be hidden, making my success come crashing down and sales plummet simultaneously. So far, my all-seasoned clothing sales have surpassed her clothing line, and because of this, it’s made Shanelle jealous and bitter towards me. I can’t help it if there is a higher demand for plus-size clothing than regular sizes. Curvaceous is my baby, and Vivacious is Shanelle’s. Together, we make ‘Revolutionary Fashion’ a North American success. They are two separate magazines but under one umbrella. Shanelle Thomas and Mick Levy are the magazine’s co-founders, but Mick recently retired, making Shanelle the sole proprietor. Mick was the one who hired me four years ago when the plus-size clothing line was first introduced to their company. I was thrilled when he gave me the honor of naming the magazine, clarifying they would be separate entities. Curvaceous was the first thing that sprang into my mind, and it was virtually a smash hit from day one. Even still, this swimwear edition has my stomach coiling into a cluster of knots. I know it can go either way. It could ultimately ruin my modeling career or propel me further into stardom. Not that I’m searching for fame, but I adore being the face of plus-size women. I’m showing the world that just because I’m not a hundred and twenty pounds doesn’t mean I can’t be beautiful. It’s taken me several years to reach to this point, and I’ll admit, I suffer relapses occasionally, but that only happens when it comes to the bedroom with a man. For the most part, I’m comfortable in my own skin, but this swimsuit edition has my confidence teetering. My computer screen begins to ring, and I raise my eyes, frowning. Who’s calling me on my computer? I wiggle the mouse around, only to see a picture of Charles, my best friend, staring back at me. I accept the call, and his face comes into view. “Jesus Christ, Des! I’ve been ringing you for the last two hours!” “What? Why? Is it that bad?” “Have you not seen your profile yet?! Your photoshoot has gone viral! Everyone loves you.” “No way. Are you for real, Charles?” I question, as relief floods me. He growls at me and tugs on his hair. Always so melodramatic. “Get your head out of the sand, Desiree, and look at your damn phone!” “All right, all right.” I stick out my tongue, picking up my phone from where it sits on my desk. “Open TikTok first,” he instructs, and I roll my eyes. Dramatic and bossy! Opening the Curvaceous profile, I gaze at an infinity of glowing red hearts and countless comments, and when my eyes connect with my follower page, I see I’ve doubled the count from yesterday. “Oh my God,” I exhale in a rush, clicking on one of my many swimsuit photos and seeing never-ending comments. Charles silently nods appreciatively. “Your account has gained over half a million followers in less than twenty-four hours, and that’s only your TT account. The photoshoot was a massive success, Des, and the stores can’t keep up with the online orders. Some have already indicated they are sold out in many designs,” he tells me, but I’m too engrossed in reading all the comments. “Des! Are you listening to me?” “Yes! Jesus, stop yelling at me. You’re giving me a headache.” “I wouldn’t be shouting if you had answered your phone two hours ago!” “Sorry, but I slept like crap last night from worrying too much. I only woke up forty minutes ago.” He points a finger at me. “Well, you can stop worrying your pretty little head. And you know what the icing on the cake is?” “What?” I ask, raising a brow. “Your photoshoot has blown Shanelle’s swimsuit edition out of the water. Her sales and follower account only increased by half compared