Page 10 of Plus-Size Bratva Bride

After my shower, I stand dressed in front of the full-length mirror in the bedroom. These jeans looks freaking incredible on me. I turn in front of the mirror.

It’s time to go downstairs and play miss sweet and innocent, and traumatically wounded by the horrible experience last night.

I grin, then straighten my face and pull my bedroom door open.

Following the smells of bacon and fresh coffee I find myself in the kitchen. A gorgeous white marble counter accented with white cupboards and dark grey handles. The place is immaculate. It’s gorgeous. Straight out of a magazine.

To my surprise, it’s Radmir standing at the stove, flipping the bacon over with a fork. My eyes trace over his back and perfect ass.

“I hope you like it crispy,” he says, glancing over his shoulder at me, then doing a double take and smiling. “You look lovely, Jade.”

I feel my cheeks flush with genuine warmth.

“Thanks,” I mutter, biting my lip.

“Take a seat, we can eat at the counter here.” He sounds so relaxed and down to earth. I sit down on the high bar style chairs, noticing that he has already set out plates, a pot of fresh coffee, sauces, salt, pepper—the works.

He carries the pan over to me and dishes up three pieces of bacon.

“Another?” he grins.

I nod, smiling. “I love crispy bacon.

“Me too.” He smiles, turning away and grabbing the toast as it pops out of the toaster. He sets two pieces on my plate and waves his fingers around to cool them off. I giggle. Then press my lips together.

Since when do I giggle?

Radmir opens the oven and pulls out a dish that was keeping the rest of the breakfast warm. Eggs, fried tomatoes and sausage.

I love food, but this is a feast for more than just two people.

He dishes up the rest of my breakfast and sets the oven plate on a wooden board nearby then comes to sit next to me with his own food.

“Is that alright for you, Jade? Do you want more of anything?”

I giggle again. Dammit. Seriously?

“This is perfect for me. And more than most girls would ever eat. Usually guys are trying to get girls to eat less, not more.” I chuckle, thinking about the assholes I’ve dated in the past.

“Why in the world would a guy have any right to tell you what you can and can’t eat?” he asks with genuine horror.

I know I don’t have the perfect figure according to the social norms. I know I’m on the bigger side. But I’m mostly comfortable with myself, when I’m alone anyway. I struggle a bit with my body when I have to dress up or get a bit naked, but I don’t dislike it. I can be shy sometimes because I know I’mplus-sized. I think my self-esteem also took a knock because I’ve dated some real assholes in the past who had a lot to say aboutmybody and how Ishouldbe dieting.

I swallow hard, Radmir’s frown is still turned towards me.

“Because… Uh, of being… Chubby,” I say, my cheeks flushing red again.

When I look up into his gaze I gasp at the dark hint in his grey eyes. They look almost black and hungry. Not even for food.

He looks me up and down and then stares straight into my soul. “You are absolutely perfect, Jade,” he says, almost a growl.

My heart is beating a hundred miles an hour and I have to look away because of what his gaze is doing to me.

He thinks I’m perfect?

Picking up my fork, I shove a piece of bacon into my mouth to stop myself from saying anything stupid. Why does he make me feel like a little girl?

Then I realize I didn’t cut the bacon and it’s too big and now my cheeks are full, and I look like an idiot.

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