Plus Size Player (Curve Book 2)

by Danielle Allen

My mom loved her bags.

My kinda giiirrrlll

have a date.” She smirked. “When don’t you have a date?” “Don’t be a hater because I get taken out on dates.”

“Nina, do you need a few dollars? You said you were going out.”

Awww dad

“Going to a lecture. With The Smart One.”

I date him for what I can learn from him. We teach each other things

Tyrell is my smart guy,”

“Russ is The Fun One. And he’s not really a mystery man. He just doesn’t live locally.”

“Dru is very romantic,

James is hilarious,

You’re young. You’re only thirty. You have time.” “What if I don’t ever want to settle down?” She put her hand on my arm. “Then don’t. When you find exactly what you want, you will want to and it’ll feel like home.

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.”

Mrs Di is EATING

and make sure you can pay your own way.”

Iktr daddy

One thing about my dad was that he didn’t just take care of me, he taught me how to take care of myself.

My fifty-eight-year-old parents were a youthful couple, and the way they made each other light up was the most beautiful thing.

it was unrealistic to think one man was going to fulfill all my needs. Unrealistic and a lot less fun.

Last night, I’d planned to meet up with this light-skinned, green-eyed man with pretty teeth, but he didn’t show up.

“There were no feelings or emotions involved. He blew his opportunity, so he’s blocked and doesn’t get another chance to waste my time.

“And when I’m not having fun or when I’m ready to end the situation, I end it. It’s really that simple.”

My dating roster consisted of four primary men.

The four of them made the perfect man, so I didn’t have to worry about not getting what I wanted out of the situation.

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.”

Cover up you big back bitch!

Ayyyoo

But there were plenty of no-profile-picture-having users who would spew such hatred my way. And my only crime was existing.

Always the no face ppl

I’d always been pretty. I’d always been chunky. I’d always had haters. And even though I grew up knowing I was a bad bitch, I was still human.

My coping mechanism had always been to do what I love and experience joy.

I coped with the negativity by doing what I loved.

I had thick skin and high self-esteem, so the nonsense people would spew didn’t change how I felt about me. I stood up for myself. I advocated for myself. I loved myself.

You’re too beautiful and too fashionable just to be modeling online. You need the world to see you. You deserve for the world to see you.”

Of the four men on my roster, Dru was the best candidate to take to The Player’s Ball. Dru lived locally. He was willing to change his schedule to do what I wanted him to do. He was full of romance and passion, so he’d dote on me and fawn over me like a good date should. And with his handsome face and swimmer’s build, made for semiformal attire, he would make me look good. All that energy and charm was exactly what I needed for my debut event with the company. But he was also the biggest risk.

“You know what this sounds like?” “What?” “This sounds like a scheme that Todd set up,” she joked.

Anything I would’ve said would’ve resulted in me with my mouth open. Either a sob would’ve come out, or his dick would’ve gone in.

On Saturday night, I let The Smart One take me out, but I didn’t have a good time. On Sunday night, I sat across the table from Denzel, a man I’d met on TenderFish. We’d had very surface-level conversation online, so I didn’t know what to expect. He was a tall, good-looking man with kind eyes and prematurely salt-and-pepper hair. We exchanged pleasantries over appetizers and cocktails. I was distracted, but not enough that Russ didn’t cross my mind.

New roster, new men, new everything. I needed a clean slate. I needed a fresh start.