Any Means Necessary

by Lila Herron

I have more curves than I know what to do with; cellulite, stretch marks, and all. But to hell if I’m not going to wear what I want to wear.

Hell yah girl

“Sit on my lap, Dewdrop. All the way.” Callum's gaze on me means business, his grip on my waist tightening. “I’m heavy, I don’t want to hurt you.” My attempt to brush him off isn’t successful, and his hands take my hips firmly. “I can take you. All of you.”

“Don’t test me, Dewdrop. You’re an investment now, and I take care of what’s mine.”