Tuesday, July 23, 2019

Billionaire Unattainable: Mason


“You’re beautiful. You have the face of an angel. It doesn’t matter what size your body is,” Mason rumbled.  
I snorted. “Tell that to all of the people who fat shame me on social media. I’ve learned to let it roll off my back because I preach being healthy and beautiful at any size.  But I have plenty of critics who don’t want to see me do lingerie or swimsuit modeling.”  
“Fuck them. I want to see it,” Mason grumbled.  
He sounded so genuinely in favor of looking over my half naked shoots that I had to bite back a smile.   
“I did a swimsuit gig a couple of years ago. And I have a shoot in a few weeks to model lingerie for a long-time plus size clothing client.”  
“I saw the swimsuit shoot,” he confessed as he dropped his fork onto his empty plate.  
“You did?” I asked, surprised.  “How?” 
“I looked for it.  What red-blooded male wouldn’t want to see you half naked?”  
The photos were out there on the internet, still…
“I took a lot of flack for that,” I informed him honestly.  “My critics weren’t happy.”  
“Fuck your critics,” he said gruffly.  “You were sexy as hell. Most guys would be lying if they said it didn’t get their dick hard.” 
I laughed, but Mason wasn’t smiling. “I think you’re the only one thinking about that.  Mason, I’m a plus-size model.”  
“You’re stunning in a swimsuit, Laura.”  
I was stunned when I started to blush. “I’m thick.”  
“Then I guess thick women get my dick hard,” he scoffed.  “You look pretty damn perfect to me.”  
There was something about the sincerity in his tone that made me want to cry.  
On the surface, maybe I did appear to have my shit together, but underneath, there was still a woman who just wanted to be accepted the way that I was.  I wanted a man to look at me and not want to change my appearance. At all. 
The fact that Mason seemed to look at me and saw nothing except perfection was foreign to me.  
After years of fighting modeling agencies and designers about getting real with sizes, and going through multiple boyfriends who did nothing but critique my body, it was amazingly seductive to have a man just look at me and like what he saw.  
Honestly, I wasn’t quite sure how to handle a guy like Mason.  Maybe I wasn’t completely comfortable with his perception, but it was pretty damn enticing.  
Especially his comment about me getting his dick hard.  
Obviously, I wasn’t a virgin.  But sex had never been completely comfortable for me because I’d never felt sexy.  Maybe because the guys I’d been within the past had never looked at me with the same lust that Mason did.  I’d always known that my boyfriends would have preferred me to be smaller.  
Whereas, Mason looked at me like he’d like to devour every damn inch of me.  
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