by Alexa Blue
“I’m serious. Can you please just not be here right now? I’m trying to deal with shit, and I don’t think I can deal with you or your fucking perfect life right now.”
Deciding to give her space, I turn around to walk away, but pause and contemplate what the fuck she means by ‘me and my perfect life.’
“Fuck that. Me and my perfect life? I’m sorry, Emily, but what the fuck does that even mean?”
Emily looks back up at me, shooting me an evil glare I cannot explain. “You have no fucking idea what it’s like to have any problems, Victoria. Your family throws cash at everything you fuck up. Hell, even this freaking five-star vacation was probably paid for by Daddy. So, until you learn what it’s like to have real problems, I’d prefer you weren’t around right now.”
Her words stab like a knife in my soul. For the longest time, I’ve suspected Emily has something against me, but it isn’t until now that I realize exactly what is it. She fucking thinks of me as a spoilt brat.
As pissed-off and hurt as I am right now, I don’t blame her for thinking I’m a brat. I do have a tendency to throw money at problems. That is my way of trying to fix things.
I could probably count the number of times my dad told me he loved me on my right hand. His way of showing me love was by throwing cash at me. I have since started working for my own money, but never quite realized I’m doing the exact same fucking thing.
I turn back to Emily. “You’re right, Emily. I do throw money around like it means nothing and I probably won’t understand your ‘real problems,’ but just so you know, Daddy did not pay for this trip. I work three jobs every fucking day, and I worked my ass off to save up to take my girls out on a trip. Perhaps if you weren’t so consumed in your ‘real problems’ you would know that.”
I storm out of the room and head off to the only person that can make me feel better about my life right now.
Emily has no fucking idea what I go through. I’m lucky if I get six hours of sleep every night. I work as an administrator during the day, at night I’m a waitress and I make custom dresses on the side so that I don’t have to depend on my family’s money. She has no fucking right to think I’m just some spoilt bitch that has everything handed to her.
Marty stands guard outside his cabin again.
“Seriously, dude, we’ve gone through this before and I thought Tyler made it clear that I’m the only person allowed in his room?”
Marty tries fighting me off. “You are, but not right now. Please come back in thirty minutes.”
The fact that he refuses to let me in and only wants me back in half an hour makes this all the more suspicious. I wrestle past Marty and hear Tyler speaking in the room, except he’s not alone. I hear another voice in the room and it belongs to a woman!
“Yes, it’s hard,” I hear Tyler saying.
“If it’s hard, that means you’re doing a good job,” I hear her saying. I rub on my wristwatch, praying for all kinds of strength, and my temples throb as I barge into his cabin and discover Tyler with his laptop flipped open. He’s dressed in a formal shirt, but it’s the fact that his pants are off that has me fucking livid.
Tyler
If there’s one part of my job I don’t like it’s the video calls with my boss, Angela. I report directly through to the Home Office and these calls can turn brutal. One slight mishap and I have my ass handed to me.
I hear shuffling outside my cabin and pray Marty has this under control. But when Victoria storms into my room, her eyes large and her hands on her hips, I know I’m fucked. To make matters worse, the fact that I’m not wearing any pants probably doesn’t help this much either.
“Seriously, Tyler?” Victoria barks. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Angela, can I please call you back?” I ask and shut the lid of my laptop without waiting for her response. I turn to Victoria. I see her eyes begin tearing up and I dart forward to console her. “Baby, that’s my boss.”
Her tears draw to an end and she falls silent for a few moments. “Why the hell would you speak to your boss without any pants?”
I begin chuckling, but I’m careful not to laugh too much and piss her off further. “Baby, I’m wearing a shirt. My boss does not see my legs, so why would I wear pants?”
Slowly a grin creeps up the sides of her lips and her cheeks turn a brighter shade of pink.
“Fuck,” she breathes. “I’ve just been messing up all day today.”
I pull Victoria into me. “No baby, you haven’t. But I want you to know that I don’t have my eyes on any woman other than you. You are and always have been my forever.”
I’m impervious to the women on this ship, not when I have the most beautiful woman of all as my own. Not only is she sexy as fuck, she’s smart, fierce and powerful. Victoria is the total package and that package is all mine.
After Victoria promises not to make a sound, I pick up where we left off with my video call to Angela. Having the woman that I love listen in on me being crapped out by my boss is the hardest thing in the world. I can also see it takes everything inside her not to jump in and tell Angela off for giving me a hard time.
As much as Angela craps me out, I know that’s just her job. She’s been hard on me since I started, but despite her constant streak of reprimanding, I know she appreciates me and tells me she’s grooming me to one day take her place. I’m not sure how serious she is, but according to her, she wants to make me a co-owner of the ship some day and have me take over everything.
I shut my laptop lid and lift Victoria so that her legs wrap around my waist. I meet her lips with sweet little kisses. “And now, I’m going to show you how I touch the only woman I’ll ever love.”
I rub her rounded belly and I see the heat spreading in her cheeks.
“Vicky, you know I won’t stop making sweet love to you until I fill you with my baby?”
“Aha,” she breathes and pulls the covers over us.
“And when I fill you with my baby, I will keep making crazy love to my woman… for the rest of our beautiful lives. You better believe that.”
Chapter Nine
Victoria
I run into Tyler outside on the docks. Why does my pussy ache every time I see him?
And why does my heart break at the thought of what will happen after this cruise is over?
“Be ready at 7 p.m. tonight,” he tells me. “Oh, and dress to impress.”
I chuckle playfully. “Oh, God. Tyler, what are you up to?”
“I’ll pick you up from your room,” he tells me, kisses me on the forehead and walks off. I know he’s up to something, but the man is stubborn. If history has taught me anything it’s that trying to get anything out of him, especially when he has a surprise planned, is a futile exercise. Now, the only thing left to do is sit and wait.
Tonight’s our final night on the cruise and Jonathan has been acting… different the entire day. He’s not the only one; the girls have been completely odd as well and have been in and out, but they have been trying to keep me locked up in the room. One good thing that happened this morning is that Emily and I finally hugged it out and made peace with each other.
Jonathan keeps me entertained, claiming he’s only in my room to help me get dressed.
“Johnno, you know how much I love you, right?” I say and give him my puppy dog eyes.
“I cannot tell you what’s happening. Anyway, bitch, I’m just here to help you get dressed.”
I blink my eyes playfully. “Aww… Not even if I do this?”
“Fuck. Okay, fine. Tyler has something planned, but I cannot ruin the surprise. Now, get dressed before he kicks my ass.”
There’s a knock on my cabin door and Jonathan runs to open it. Tyler walks into my room looking sexy as hell. The black suit and white shirt cling to his muscular frame like they were made for him. He looks so good, if Jonathan wasn’t around I would rip these clothes right off him and have him take me right here.
Jonathan walks ahead of us and T
yler takes my hand in his as he leads me to the auditorium. I know that when he opens that door I will discover the surprise he has worked hard to keep hidden.
He holds the door open for me. “After you, beautiful.”
“Thank you, handsome,” I tell him and step into the auditorium.
From the moment I walk in I see a massive poster right in front with the words ‘Victoria’s Fashions’ printed for all to see. It doesn’t take me long to realize exactly what Tyler is up to. I’m not sure how I feel about ‘Victoria’s Fashions’ as a name, but that’s something we can work on.
I turn to Tyler and his eyes are beaming.
“Let’s get you to your seat, baby. The show’s about to start,” he whispers and leads me to my seat in the front row.
Loud, bouncy music fills the auditorium as the lights dim down. Colorful strobe-lights begin flashing and I hear Jonathan’s voice fill the speakers as he struts his stuff and walks onto the stage.
“Tonight’s a very special night, but without further ado, ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce you to your next future designer. Yaaaaaas!”
From the way Jonathan sways his hips as he walks to the back of the stage, I could have sworn he was one of the models.
The DJ is off-cue. Whoever’s handling the lights is not doing a great job and half the people here look confused as hell. This is definitely something planned last minute, and yet I absolutely love it. No one has ever done something like this for me. No one has ever paid this much attention to me and make me feel this fucking special.
My jaw practically drops to the ground when I realize who’s the first model.
Charlotte!
She wears a sexy black dress I made shortly before this trip and the crowd goes wild. Since there’s no runway, Charlotte walks from left to right before turning back and allowing Sarah to walk in wearing another design of mine. It isn’t until Emily walks out that I begin tearing up. Emily wears a sexy yellow number, holding a flag in her hand saying, ‘I’m sorry.’ God, this night could not get any more perfect!
Can it?
Tyler
I wasn’t sure where I stood with her friends, so I knew the best person to help me organize this fashion show was Jonathan. Even as the captain of this ship, I still had to pull a lot of strings to use this auditorium, but for Victoria I will move mountains just to see a smile on her face.
Victoria brought nine of her dresses with her on this vacation, and thank God all her friends are curvy so we could pull off this fashion show. But there is something else I have planned that has me anxiously tapping my feet.
Half the people here don’t even know why they’re at this impromptu fashion show, but judging from the standing ovation, it turns out a smashing success.
I run up to the front of the stage, grabbing the mic from Jonathan and the crowd cheers me on. Most of them already know me from the brief conversations I’ve had asking about their stay.
It feels like my heart is about to pound out of my chest.
“How amazing was that show?” I ask and the crowd cheers in response.
“On your way out, you will be handed a pamphlet with the talented Victoria’s details. After this, I’m sure she’ll be very busy so you better phone and book straight away.” I glance down at the most beautiful woman in the room before continuing. “But before you guys leave, there is one final performance.” I drop the mic and rip open the buttons of my suit jacket.
Women stand to their feet and begin screaming and shouting, but there’s only one person’s voice that matters right now.
I have two left feet and have as much rhythm as a headless chicken but I try and dance seductively as I lift the buttons on my shirt.
Victoria sits with her jaw dropped to the ground. I fling off my shirt, throwing it to the crowd, and yank off my pants.
Underneath my formal clothes is perhaps the ugliest undershirt and briefs. I tried to hand stitch cut-up pieces of red fabric that make up the words Victoria, marry and on my white brief, I have the word me sewn. It took me two hours to sew the fabric onto my underwear, and it’s far from perfect, but I’m hoping it’s visible to Victoria.
Judging from how Victoria sprints up to the stage, I’m guessing she sees the message. My queen runs up to me and jumps into the air, wrapping her legs around me.
“Oh, my God. Tyler… Yes… Yes! A million times, YES.”
Epilogue
Victoria
Six Months Later
Six months ago, I would never have thought I’d have the man of my dreams, a baby growing inside of my stomach and an upcoming boutique of my own. I’ve spent my whole life thinking that I alone am responsible for my happiness, but I’ve come to realize that sometimes giving away control is not the worst thing in the world.
When Tyler is with me, it’s fucking magical, but when he’s off at work it gets hard. We still video call so I get to see my man every night.
I should have known that Tyler is a man of his word and that he wouldn’t stop filling me until he had my tummy rounded with his baby, and today I’m five months pregnant with a baby boy. I’ve already decided to name him Tyler Jr. knowing that if he is even half the man his father is, my boy will turn out pretty fucking amazing.
Tyler hands me the biggest pair of scissors I have ever seen and all my friends stand outside my store, cheering me on as I get ready to snip the red tape on the entrance to my boutique.
I cut the tape and a round of applause follows. The fashion show on the cruise ship was a smashing success. Pictures from the show went viral and I’ve had so many high-end orders over the last six months that I have now become a brand. If my granny could see me now, I imagine she would tear up.
Tyler pulls me into him. He is so full of smiles that it’s just fucking adorable. “Baby, you want to hear the good news or the even better news?”
Before he even lets me respond, he leans down and smacks his lips against mine. Making out with Tyler is like an explosion of magic inside my mouth.
God, I love the way he still looks at me. It’s the same look he gave me on day one. The passion in his every kiss still spreads a deep fiery passion between my legs that leaves me craving more.
“Tell me,” I whimper into his mouth.
“Guess who got a promotion? My boss made me co-owner of Royal Voyage,” he says with a mischievous undertone in his voice.
“Oh my God, babe! You’re kidding me?” Tyler got a promotion, I just opened my boutique store. How much better could this day possibly get? “How do you top that news?”
“The better news is that I will now have a normal job and fall asleep with my arms wrapped around my queen every night.”
Who would have thought the crazy curvy girl who was content with the idea of dying alone would rekindle an old flame? Tyler does not just please me in the bedroom; he makes me a better woman, and that’s a love I won’t ever give up on.
Every day he tells me he loves me, and I know that means he will always be there.
The End
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Every Curvy Inch Series
Doctor’s Orders, Book 1
Boss’s Orders, Book 2
Every Curvy Inch Series
His Forever, Book 1
Our Forever, Book 2
Her Forever, Book 3
Afterword
Your body, your rules.
Don’t let society fuck you up, and regardless of your shape, whe
n the right man comes along, he will love you just as you are.
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Epilogue
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