Curves Envy 3 - Claimed By An Alpha: BBW Billionaire Romance by Scarlett Avery Page B

so much to me, Max.”
    “Get used to it. I can’t erase the dreadful day your parents died, but I can protect you from now on.”
    “Oh.” I’m so moved by his comment, I can’t believe he feels so strongly about me. I’m so utterly happy right now the words fail me.
    “You’re all mine now.”
    Max is still sitting at my feet. He grabs both my hands in his and brings them to his lips and I fold my body to kiss the top of his head.
    I love hearing those intoxicating words roll off his tongue.
     

 
    Chapter 8
     
    I can’t believe I’m wrapping up my second week back from Miami. Things have been non-stop since returning home and I’ve barely had time to catch my breath since landing back at JFK thirteen days ago. Thank God it’s Friday.
    The first week back has been a whirlwind of frenetic activities, meetings and hookups with Devin, Lexi and Lia. I also had to make it up to my cat, Leo DiCaprio, who has been feeling quite neglected since I left him with Devin during the time I was away.
    The first day back was the most exhilarating because my CNN feature made it to the first page of their living section and the entire company was buzzing. The VPs were so thrilled, they came down to congratulate me with gifts in hand—a huge bouquet of flowers, a gift certificate for one of the premier spas in the city and dinner for two at the fabulous French restaurant Jean George, housed in the Trump Tower. At two hundred dollars per person for the tasting menu, I know it will be a night to remember. Of course, Max will be my date for the swanky occasion.
    Everyone in the office was genuinely excited for me except my boss. She gave it her best shot, but Jennifer’s cold congratulations did nothing to hide her disgust at the fact I’d been featured on such an illustrious publication—me, a person she could barely stand. Secretly, I relished how upset all this attention towards me made her feel.
    As if the first week could be any more idyllic, I’ve spent every single evening cuddled in Max’s arms after my nightly dose of orgasms. Either he ended up banging me against every wall at his penthouse or we’d find refuge at my place where he’d ravish me so ravenously it would send my cat into hiding for hours from my climactic howls. I’ll admit, I was nervous as hell to invite Max to my humble apartment considering his palatial home with its spectacular view over Central Park, but he fit right in and never made me feel self-conscious about my place.
    The only blip since my return has been Jennifer. I’ve been successful at dodging her since I came back from Miami. Last week was a piece of cake because she was in London meeting with new advertisers and the time difference played in my favor, but this second week has been more challenging. Luckily, she’s been too busy to corner me, but my luck runs out this morning when she pokes her head over my desk and demands we meet before lunch.
    I honestly have no desire to sit down with her and talk about testing her stupid diet pills, but what can I do? She’s the one calling the shots.
    On top of having to deal with Jennifer, this second week presents another more complex and heart-wrenching challenge—Max is on a business trip on the other side of the planet. They say patience is a virtue. Well, the past seven days must have transformed me into the most virtuous woman in Manhattan because I’ve never had to exercise so much fortitude in my life. I truly never thought it was possible to miss anyone as much as I’ve missed him. Max has occupied my thoughts during the day and he consumes my dreams at night. I’ve tried to relieve the yearning for him by touching myself when my desire felt like it was going to swallow me whole, but my best efforts pale in comparison to his masterful touch.
    Thank God I’ll be able to sleep in his arms tonight. I don’t think I could stand another night alone.
    Deidra, Max and his cousin Luana boarded the company’s private jet for an