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Wow. These revelations were astonishing. I’ve always had a love hate relationship with my curves. Looking at magazines made me feel bad, the models airbrushed until they looked about to disappear. Linda would see me looking at the pages, and take my hand.
“Don’t even look,” my mom would console me. “This isn’t real. Real men like some extra to grab and squeeze.”
Who knew that Linda would be right? Not just right but absolutely hitting the bull’s eye. Because these alphas were the ultimate validation. The billionaires had already enjoyed me several times, stroking my curves sensuously while releasing non-stop, pumping me full of sperm.
“My mom always told me guys like generous handfuls. I’m glad it’s true,” I said shyly.
Both billionaires smiled then, eyes gleaming.
“What else did your mom tell you little girl?” drawled Charlie. “What else should we know?”
I took a deep breath. Because the thing is I only have a few deep, dark secrets. And it’s been tough facing my fears, staring them in the eye until they back down.
“Well, remember how I said my mom has always been a source of support, my best friend?” I asked slowly.
The alphas nodded.
“Sure,” drawled Nick. “You’re her baby. Of course she’d love you.”
I nodded, hesitantly.
“Well, my adolescent years were rough. More than rough. I got teased a lot about my weight,” I confided, unable to look into their eyes.
Nick and Charlie were ruthless.
“Assholes,” spat Nick.
“Total fuckwads,” said Charlie dismissively. “Probably just a bunch of jealous bitches.”
I nodded.
“It was that, for sure,” came my acknowledgment. “But there was even more. Because the teasing was so relentless that in ninth grade, I punched Norman Pierce while sitting on his chest,” was my low murmur.
“So?” asked Charlie. “I would have done the same. I would have run him over with my car actually,” he added reflectively.
I nodded gratefully.
“It was bad because I didn’t punch him just once,” was my hesitant admission. “I punched him over and over again, knocking out a couple teeth. We had to pay for his dental bill.”
But the billionaires didn’t give an inch.
“Good for you sweetheart,” ground out Nick. “That boy deserved it if he was calling you names.”
My nod came again. But the worst part hadn’t come yet.
“They called me names for sure. All sorts of terrible things. The Whale. Shamu. The Titanic. All sorts of hurtful epithets and I guess I just couldn’t take it anymore. Norman was so tiny, about half my size, so I pushed him down and sat on his chest, punching him again and again. I cried as I did it,” came my small voice. “He hurt me with his insults.”
But again, these men were on my side one hundred percent.
“Good,” rasped Nick. “You gotta cause some pain to teach certain people a lesson,” he shrugged. “Because some people never learn. They never stop.”
“Yeah,” agreed Charlie. “I’ve done the same thing before,” he said, throwing me a wink. “Worse even because I put my aggressors into the hospital.”
That made me feel better, for sure. So I took a deep breath and told my deepest darkest secret, one that made me feel bad even now.
“Well the thing is that everyone knew what I’d done to Norman. I’d punched his lights out while sitting on his chest. And unfortunately, he developed asthma a couple months later, probably from allergies. But people blamed it on me. They said I squashed him so hard that the asthma was my fault,” was my agonized confession.
Silence for a moment.
