Plus Size Player (Curve Book 2)

by Danielle Allen

Wait until you find you a man who gives you everything you’ve ever wanted and needed. That’s when you settle down. You’re young. You’re only thirty. You have time.”

When you find exactly what you want, you will want to and it’ll feel like home. What I found with your father when we were twenty-five is rare. It happens when it happens and it’ll happen for you, too. But in the meantime, live your life for you first and then find someone who fulfills you like life fulfills you. Don’t worry about settling down. Worry about settling in.” “Settling in?” “Settling in to your life.” Her smile widened. “Enjoying what God has blessed you with.”

“Do not let someone else’s bullshit stand in the way of what you want.”

“Because scouting has to take place year-round. I’m still open to adding to the team. Anyone can get cut at any time, and I have to be on the waiver wire to pick up new talent. It’s always draft season, boo!”

“I only spend time with people I enjoy. I only do things I want to do. I only have sex with people who get me off. So, my time is never wasted, and my energy stays high.”

“If out of nowhere a man explicitly says he’s not a player, it’s because he’s the coach.” As she cackled on the other end of the line, I continued. “Don’t trust anything that muthafucka says.”

My name rolled off his tongue, and his voice cascaded down my back like a chill.

“don’t step to a man who’s on a date with a bitch like me. You’re small, and I’m big. And I don’t just mean in size. So, you can continue to talk shit but just remember that you can’t compete where you don’t compare.”

“I wasn’t going to take your man,” she sputtered. “The only thing you could take from me is notes.”

It was a common misconception that big women had low self-esteem and low standards. Because some assholes spread that rumor around, fat women spent good dating years fending off men looking for quick and easy sex—or worse, money. Too many people thought fat equated to desperate and had the audacity to be offended when we didn’t welcome their advances or jump at the chance to entertain them.

We have built our platforms from the ground up using our personalities, our sense of style, and our looks. We have what it takes to be successful in this industry, and being here proves that. We are all doing the damn thing, and we are all bad.” I lowered my voice and took a step closer to them. “I’m going to give you some real talk. Whether we walk away with meetings or not, that doesn’t take away what we’ve already done and how far we’ve already come. So, we’ll go out here and we’ll meet some people, collect some cards, make some connections, and we’ll have a good-ass time doing it.” I pointed around the group. “Don’t forget that they have to sell us on them, too. It’s a two-way street.”

I’m a beautiful, fat, working model.”

“That was when you told me you were scared of E.T. as a kid.” His smile dropped as he opened the door to get out. “I was four, and that muthafucka was an alien!”

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“When I say you’re my escape, I mean you’re my freedom.” He cupped my face. “When I say you’re my escape, I mean I can be myself with you.” His mouth hovered over mine. “When I say you’re my escape, I mean that whenever and wherever we’re together, it’s the only place I want to be.”

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“Yes. You’re irresistible.” He slid his hands to my hips. “And I don’t just mean your beauty or the sex.” He leaned forward, his face an inch from mine. “You are irresistible. Your mind … your conversation … your company … your heart … All of you is fucking irresistible. And I’m tired of resisting you.”

“I’ve never craved someone like I crave you. I’ve never wanted to be in a relationship before I said yes to you. You have burned your way into my heart, and these last couple of weeks…” I shook my head slightly and then rested my forehead against his. “I’ve never had someone’s absence feel as distinct as their presence.”

“We’re about to start,” Russ announced, getting everyone’s attention. “This show is about us. It’s about RLF. It’s about bucking tradition. It’s about carving out our space in the world. It’s about reminding people who the fuck we are.” Russ looked around the room with his chest puffed up and his head held high as we cheered. When we quieted, he continued. “We don’t follow trends. We set them. And while it’s an honor to be here, it’s an honor for them to have us here. So go out there and let’s make history.”

Your fantasy is where you escape to be your happiest, freest, truest self. It’s where you find your greatest purpose and your deepest love.”

Russell Long was the manifestation of the love I always knew existed, but thought would be impossible to find. I’d been fostering men until they found their forever home. It never occurred to me that they were also fostering me until I found mine.