His Curvy Obsession (BWWM)

Chapter 1

Nathaniel POV

People always said, first love is a lesson but last love is the true love and he did not believe it because his first and last love was Clara Adrian.

His only woman.

Clara was the granddaughter of his nanny, Mrs Adrian. He and Clara practically grew up together from diapers, they went to the same schools. And they'd promised to get married when they grow up till old together with their child(ren).

She was mine and I was hers only. He thought, smiling widely while twirling the ring.

All his reasons, actions revolved around her. Anything she wanted or said, he agreed to it without batting an eyelash because she was the only one who understood him better and he loved her so much with every fibre of his being. She was like the oxygen he breathed in.

His twenty-six birthday was a fortnight ago and she told him she was ready to become his lawful wife and he proposed to her, feeling over the moon. She was a strong believer of sex before marriage and he vowed to keep himself virgin for her but that didn't stop him from masturbating when the sexual urge was too much to bear.

She was a beautiful innocent soul whose smiles radiated through his whole body, giving him purpose yet he knew the love of his life was a drug-addicted and he loved her with her flaws.

What's the essence of loving someone if you can't stand the person's flaws. He always replied to anyone who asked him why he was with a drug addict.

He talked to his parents about his marriage to her and his parents opposed it because she was not who he thought she was, but when he threatened to leave the household and everything, made his parents to support him. He was the only child, the coolest of their eyes. And he used that line a lot to let his parents agree to his will. The perk of being the only child, he smirked inwardly.

He didn't understand why his parents did not like Clara, maybe because she was from the lower class or she loved to spend all his money on shopping, buying the latest dress but he didn't care because he would have spent the whole world on her.

They'd been preparing for their wedding and she wanted theirs to be the number one wedding that no other wedding could meet in the nearest century.

He let Clara do all what she thought was right, she picked his suit, venue and everything. He wanted everything to be to her taste and likes. She invited almost all the celebrities, paparazzi. She wanted to be the talk of the town. Who was he to say no to her?.

Sweat was dripping from his body because of the nervousness and giddy that he was feeling. He couldn't believe it when she agreed to marry him after so much wait and persuasion.

The maids were running to and fro to carry out orders that were given to them as he dressed in his Armani suit. He can't wait for tonight, he was going to split her cunt. He was going to rampage her and feed her with his seed, he thought, feeling himself getting hard while he tried to adjust his shaft between his tight pants as he awkwardly touched his tie, checking whether his shaft was not visible.

He scolded himself to stop those naughty thoughts, should be patient and wait for the real thing tonight.

As he was going out, a little boy bumped on to him and handed him a brown envelope before he smiled cheekily at him and ran out hurriedly.

He smiled and looked at the envelope warily, feeling a sense of urgency before opening it.

Dear natty boy, No time for greetings boy.

Don't wait for me at the altar today because I'm already on my way to meet the love of my life. It was fun fooling you around with Ken because he's not my distance cousin but the father of the child I'm carrying. You are too innocent for me, I need a wild and rough guy to handle me well especially his black huge cock but...

Just wanted to inform you that I've transferred 2 billion dollars from your account. I know you won't feel it missing. Don't search for me because I'm already long gone. I don't love you.

Don't cry too much natty boy. Crying baby mama boy.

I don't love you.

I can't marry you because you are not the man for me and I don't think you can handle me very well in bed. And I don't do virgins also.

And thanks for being my money machine, I and my love enjoyed lavishing it.

Xxx

Yours Clarabear.

"No" he screamed in agony, feeling immense pain in his chest as he crumpled the paper on his fist. His phone dings in a notification, he took it out and saw the debit alert from the bank. He smashed his phone on the ground and he tugged his tie away.

"No" he shouted again, scattering all the flower vases on the floor which the sound resonated, angry tears brimmed from his eyes as he hit his fist on the wall. He crumbled on the ground, reminiscing what he ever did wrong to justify this rejection. His eyes clouded with unfathomable rage, what did she want that he'd never given her. She left him for a dark skin guy. His heart shattered in pieces with betrayals as his eyes were filled red-blooded with tears, feeling the immense pain from his head around his body.

She left me.

She lied.

His mom ran in and took in his dishevelled form, kneeling beside him disheartened, "mom" he choked on tears as his lips trembled, "she left me" he cried, he didn't care whether people were seeing or not. "Mom, it hurts" his body shook with tears.

"Baby, it's okay, " she said, wiping his face as she continued to humming her soothing lullaby for him while patting his back softly.

"People are waiting in the..." his father trailed off as he looked at him with a pained expression.

"Call off the wedding, " his mother said softly, wiping the tears from her eyes and sniffing.

"No mom" he stopped her, holding her as he wiped his tears with determination. "We are doing the wedding" he stated clearly, standing up wobbly. She wanted him to be disgraced but he would show her, he was unshakable.

"We need a replacement, " he said while everyone stared at him worriedly.

Chapter 2

She was running, she had been running in her life, everything was falling apart. Her apartment fee had been due since the last six months and the landlord wasn't heeding to her pleas. She could not live on the street, this State wasn't like her father's country where you could get free apartments anytime or anywhere.

She was given a scholarship in the State university last four years, she was very excited but if she'd known this was what she would be facing, she would have stayed with her father in her father's country. Well, this State was her mother's which made her a half-caste.

Her life has been jumbled-mess since she arrived in this country, she was easily judged by her dark skin colour.

She didn't have a real job apart from freelancing for lazy youths. And that wasn't paying her much. They judged her skin color and her father's nationality not her brain then, they were men who always have their lustful gaze on her curve which she hated but she couldn't do anything.

She was tired, she was running out of money. She could not call her father because her father was the same as her. A poor human being striving to feed. And her mother was no go area because she did not know who her mother was or where she lived. Every time she asked her father, he always ended up in tears and that always broke her heart.

She hated her mother because she wasn't part of her life since she was young.

She wasn't there when she needed her the most.

She wasn't there to talk to her about her periods.

She wasn't there to talk to her about boys.

It was only his father she knew, her father covered both roles but there was still a part of her which yearned for motherly love.

She hummed a tone her father used to sing to her whenever she was depressed or down as she walked around with a towel wrapped tightly around her body. She walked towards her *Ghana must go* bag to pick an old faded jeans skirt and blue polo as her only friend - Belle barged in, searching frantically until Belle's brown eyes met hers before she squealed happily at her and crushed her in a bear hug.

Isabella or Belle was her Japanese friend with short blond hair, they met at the school functions on the first day of resumption in university. She was trying to find the hall when she collided with her friend's petite body which made them fall on the ground, they both groaned before staring at one another and laughed out loud. They both exchanged numbers and since then, they became tight buddies.

"Babe, I've got you a job" Belle chirped, stealing one of her fries that she left on the nightstand beside her messy bed before slumping on the floor. She swatted Belle's hand away when she stretched her hand to steal another fries.

When Angelina's brain comprehended what her friend said earlier before stealing her fries, she screeched, "you got me a job?" she asked doubly.

"Yeah babe" Belle winked at her, "I told you" she smirked with a sly grin.

"What does the work pertain to?" she asked with enthusiasm before feeling down and sighed.

"What happened to sugar?, aren't you happy? But..." Belle frantically asked and she interrupted her.

"Nothing" she replied dismissively, "The uniform code?".

"Just put on pants and a shirt, " she answered, crawling towards my bag, unzipping it as she started to rampage through it. Taking out a dress, looking at it before throwing it away to take another one.

"I'm not putting on pants" I tutted, "my curves are going to be visible and I don't want unwanted attention to myself, " she said.

Belle pinched the bridge of her nose, she didn't know how many times she would lecture this girl to love herself with her curvy body but no, her insecurities were too high.

"Babe..."She dragged slowly, " if I was the one who has this shape of you" Belle's eyes roamed on her body, shaking her head, "I swear I'll be fuvking walking in lingeries" she said sultrily. "Or if I was a guy" she stared at me seductively as she wetted her lips sensually while her grey eyes twinkled with mischief, "Imma fuck you to oblivion state" she added impishly.

"Now, let's change babe" she squealed, picking the outfit Angelina wore on last year's Thanksgiving, checking it only to dump it down.

Most Angelina's dresses were second hand graded, she didn't have the money to buy new dresses. Every last Monday of the month, she went to the mall to purchase a dress. Well, Belle always made her shop with her and bought her some lasting dresses which she rarely wore except for important occasions.

"I hope it's not a stripping job you got me because i'm not interested" Angelina voiced out her opinion because she knew her best friend. It could be a strip club that got her a job and she had been pestering her to apply for one but Angelina being Angelina was not comfortable and confident of showing her body.

"Oh" Bell's mouth was agape, pouting her lips, "you are supposed to trust me on this" she scrunched her nose, "if it was a club I'm talking about, I would have just kidnap you to Victoria secret palace for those dirty, naughty and smutty lingeries" she wiggled her brows bashfully before facing what she was doing

"I think you should wear this one" she heard Bella's voice, holding a cocktail gown before she threw it away.

"No" belle murmured to herself before picking another dress, "I think this will do" she scrutinized her eyes on the A-shape skirt only to throw it away again. She stuck her tongue in between her lips in a concentration way as she brought out all my dresses in the bad, scattering them on the floor before taking the back, turning it upside down then threw it away.

"I can't seem to find it..." She trailed off before screaming excitedly "I see it", bouncing up and down.

She handed me the black fitted knee length gown, ushering Angelina to go change because they were getting late.

Angelina entered the kitchen and changed to the gown her friend selected, brewing a coffee for herself to calm her nervousness. She applied oil to her wavy black thick hair brushing it together, putting it in a ponytail. She used the lips gross and called the Uber to where the wedding was located.

A day waitress.

Just to serve food for the guests. And a serving cost $20.

If I am to serve hundred guests that means I'm taking $2000 home. She thought happily. Already analyzing how she was going to spend the money.

The Uber arrived at the destination, killing off the engine as she got down from the car, a woman in her early forties who looked distressed came to her and dragged her to another direction where there were less people.

The woman stopped when we entered a room and locked the door at the back while she took the moment to catch her breath.

"Ma'am, I'm Angelina. I'm here...". The petite woman waved her hand, interrupting her as the woman scrutinized her gaze on her before her lips stretched widely.

"You are actually someone I need.. No.. We need" the woman smiled.

"Oh?".

The woman's hands trembled while looking disheartening. Angelina took her time to check the woman again, she noticed that the woman's brows wrinkled as if she was in deep thought and in distress.

"Ma'am..." She tried to call the woman but the woman grabbed both her hands urgently.

"I want your help and I shall pay you handsomely" the distress could be heard in her soft voice.

"Ma?".

"The bride left my son today and we need a replacement. So name your price?".

"What?" Angelina asked, feeling annoyed. What did the woman take her for?. She thought.

"$100 million?" she asked while Angelina's jaw nearly dropped on the floor. Her body was immobilized because her brain couldn't comprehend what was happening.

"$1 billion?".

"....."

"$10 billion?".

"Ma'am!" Angelina practically screamed at her, "I don't know what you want me to do but I don't want your money" I stated firmly while the woman sighed in relief.

The woman touched my chubby cheeks lovingly, "like I've known you aren't like her" the woman mumbled.

"Just marry my son for a year and after that you could divorce each other" the woman explained.

"Okay" Angelina responded.

Chapter 3

"Okay" she responded in a weak voice, thinking of the pros and cons of the situation. It was a win-win situation. I get a house to live and he gets a wife to marry. And it's only for a year. A free food and shelter, She thought.

"Good" she clapped her hands excitedly."Oh my" the woman's eyes widened dramatically, using her hand to cover her mouth while Angelina stared at her, "sorry for my lack of manners" the woman smiled shyly.

"uhn?".

"I'm Jasmine Hugh" she introduced herself, holding her hand out for her to shake.

She rubbed her hands together before accepting her opened hand, "I'm Angelina Walters" she responded. Jasmine smiled to the fullest and dragged her again to another room, pushed her in then locked the door at the back.

"This is the bride" she announced enthusiastically while Angelina looked at her, did she really mean it?.

"Oh" three guys came out behind the curtains, twirling me around, staring at her in fascination.

"How I wish I've this assets" a ginger headed guy said in a high pitched voice while she mentally cringed. He wore a black baggy knicker, a white polo which hugged his fitted abs and black sneakers.

"Oh Nicky, look at those boobs'' she felt self conscious and brought her hands to cover her covered chest only to be swatted by a blond haired guy. He wore a blue short sleeves shirt which the neck collar flared up. He wore yellow baggy shorts which Versace had printed on it while putting on Oscars.

"Ricky, the third guy with black hair, whined, "you are embarrassing the lady" he said, smiling charmly, showing his prominent dimples while Nicky cooed and Ricky couldn't help himself not to pinch her cheek. .

"Sorry lady" the blond headed guy - Ricky said without meaning it with the mischievous twinkling in his eyes. "I'm Dicky'' the black haired guy said, holding out his hand gentlemanly. Angelina put her hand on his as he brought her hand to his lips and gave her a kiss on it, "while the other fools are my brothers''. He wore Harry Potter's glass which made him stand out from his brothers.

"Well, we are the little triple triple triplet" the ginger haired guy- Nicky grinned.

"It's okay with the introduction" Jasmine clapped her hands dismissively.

"Aye mistress" they said in unison dramatically, offering their invisible hats.

"Now, let's make you over and make him head over hills" Ricky screeched and dragged her to the chair.

Dicky went behind the curtains to retrieve the wedding dress, "I think this white color would be the best. It's as innocent as she's" he chirped, dancing around with the long dress.

"I can't believe it, we are the one who will dress the future Lady of the Hugh family".

"Now" Ricky paused a little, staring at the flustered lady before grinning slyly, "Undress" his eyes shone naughtiness.

"What?" Angelina stuttered, using her hands to cover her body.

"How are we going to dress you, if you don't strip out from this dress" he narrowed his eyes at her while she shook her head adamantly.

Dicky signed, "Ricky, can you please leave the poor girl alone?".

"I can't" Ricky pouted, "I just love her, she's now my favorite girl".

Nicky opened the box full of lingeries, took out one and gave it to her to change, pushing her into the changing room.

She entered the room, locking the door firmly, looking everywhere for holes where others could peep to watch her. When she found none, she sighed and slumped her stiff shoulders.

She stared at the white lingerie with her and blushed furiously even though her cheeks weren't coated red.

The lingerie was made of rich lightweight silk, stretching with decorative fabric flowers at the bosom. The chemise fit snugly and skim around her body, hitting the mid-thigh. And cupped her breasts firmly, giving them extra chest support. The lingerie was different from the one she had seen because it drew more attention to her waist and hips. She looked at the mirror in the room and lowered her gaze immediately because it made her feel like a seductress in it.

She took her dress and used it to cover up herself before gracing the awaiting triplet's presence.

"Why are you covering those assets?" Ricky exclaimed, pouting his lips. He could not understand why she was proud of her body. Millions of models and wealthy ladies visited their shop for the body she had. Well, the person who had a head doesn't have a cap and the person who had a cap doesn't have a head, he thought. Even that bitch- was one percent of her beauty. Natural beauty with no artificial touch. Rare gem.

When Angelina was inside the room putting in the lingerie, Jasmine had told the triplet to change the wedding dress, not wanting her to wear what the ex fiance had tried on. So she brought their family dress for her. When she showed the triplets, they nodded their heads in agreement, taking the gown from her as they waited for the lady in the changing room.

Ricky yanked her dress that she used as a shield from her before dragging her to where his brothers were waiting for them. Nicky helped in wearing the gown on her as she felt the length of the gown kissing the floor. The dress was beautiful, which would be an understatement. It was like a fairy tale as I lowered my head meekly.

"If not you are marrying today, I would have stolen you away" Nicky got a dreamy look before he was smacked by one of his brothers.

Angelina felt overwhelmed, if someone told her that she would get married in her early twenties, she would have argued or married a complete stranger without even knowing his name. It would be a blatantly lie yet she felt like a princess.

They made her sit on the chair, ordered her softly to close her eyes as they worked on retouching her natural wavy hair. When they were through, they told her to open her eyes and she was dumbstruck with the lady she was in the mirror. Her black eyes glued with the well curved brows, her parted lips complimented her small pointed nose which was beautified with a designer nose ring.

"Enough of the look" Dicky scolded lightly, "When the lover boy sees you, he won't know what hit him tonight" he smiled while she involuntarily shivered.

"Now remains the glimmer" Nicky said.

The door opened and the groom entered hurriedly, looking at her in shock, "Wish, I know when I see a diamond. Just some little retouch, you become a real aphrodite" she said, covering her face with a veil.

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