• Due to Wattpad removing my book, "F*ck Me Sideways", I'm uploading each bonus chapter into their respective book. Enjoy •

Mia huffed out a breath and threw the skirt away. Rummaging through her drawers, she fished out a pair of jeans and eyed them out.

Please, dear God, let them fit.

She sat down on the bed and started dragging the pants up her legs. Wiggling her feet through the snug denim fabric, she stood up and started tugged it up, wincing when the pants strangled her thighs and stopped beneath her ass. Taking a deep breath, she tugged hard and managed to get it up and over her rear end.

"Finally," She breathed out. Sighing in relief, she glanced at the pile of discarded clothes on her floor, the various skirts, dresses, shorts and other pants she had tried on, but failed to get past her rear. Lately she had been gaining more andmore weight, but stubbornly, she had refused to acknowledge it.

But now the pile of clothes on her floor spoke for itself.

Sucking in a breath, she got the buttons closed and then zipped up the zipper. The pants were tight, but still just flexible enough for her to move. She made some minor squats to test them, feeling the material tighten over her thighs and ass.

"You fucking done yet?"

Eli walked in, clad in a pair of black pants and a white button-up dress shirt. His hair was combed back neatly and his shoes were even tied properly. He didn't give her a glance as he walked past her, aiming for his black suit jacket that laid on his side of the bed.

Mia felt a small sting in her heart. He looked absolutely breathtaking and fit as ever, his shoulders broad and his shirt hugging around his chest and arms in a way that accentuated his perfect body. Through the neck opening you could spot his lotus flower tattoo, the ink curling around his throat and the tribal pattern licking its way up his neck, disappearing into his hairline.

He was mouthwatering, and there she was, too fucking fat and bloated to fit into a simple pair of jeans.

"Christ, we're gonna be late," He snapped at the sight of her still only in her jeans and bra. "Just put on something. Caleb will kill us and blame me if we're late to Elana's birthday."

Heartbroken and discouraged, Mia looked at her closet full of clothes, then looked at herself in the mirror, looking at the way her hips spilled out over the tightness of her pants, how her muffin top pouted over the hem, how her breasts nearly spilled out of her bra as well; too big for the 38C cup. Her ass looked the size of Texas.

She couldn't believe the generic, pathetic words that were about to spill from her lips, and yet they still did. "Eli..? Does these pants make me look... fat?"

She heard the low curse slither past his lips. "No. They don't."

She didn't believe him.

"That's all the chocolate you're eating that's doing that."

- And there was why.

"You know what? Forget it," She said and shut her closet, kicking the pile of clothes inside it. "You can text Caleb and tell him it's just gonna be you. I'm not gonna go."

"Are you fucking joking?" She heard Eli snap after her as she walked into the bathroom, quickly hiding the stupid tears welling up in her eyes. She knew she shouldn't care that much, knew that everything out of Eli's mouth shouldn't be taken too seriously. Still, today had been a low point for her when she had been forced to realize she'd let herself get... fat.

"Just tell him I came down with something," She replied from the bathroom, snatching a tissue from her Kleenex box to wipe away the water under her eyes. "And wish Elana a happy birthday for me, too."

The door to the bathroom opened, and in Eli walked, a hard look on his face. He watched her throw the tissue into the bin, hiding her tears. "The hell I will. You wanna tell me what's going on?"

Mia didn't know whether to laugh or to cry. In result, a mix between the two came out, followed by a sob. "Just go. I'm not in the mood for talking, I just want to be alone." She suddenly felt very self-conscious about him staring at her in the mirror, all of her fat and extra weight plunging out over her too tight clothes.

But of course, he never did want he was told. Instead he shut the door with a harsh hand and turned to glare at her, grabbing her chin. She flinched when he leaned down to her. "I'm not leaving this fucking bathroom till you tell me what's gotten into your stupid head. For fuck's sake, Mia, if it's about the pants comment—"

"Of course it's about the pants comment!" She yelled and shoved him away. She turned and looked at herself in the mirror, then let out a sob when the sight disgusted her. "I'm too fat to fit anything! I couldn't fit my favorite dress, the white one that you like, and I also couldn't fit the lace top that makes my breasts look nice. I've gotten fat, and don't pretend like you haven't noticed."

"Of course I've fucking noticed, I'm not blind."

Even though she hadn't wanted him to lie, the truth hurt more than she could take. He could see she had gotten fat and what did he do? Nothing. He could've stopped her after the second cake slice, he could've told her to order veggies instead of fries, but no; he had stood by for months and let it happen. At first she thought maybe he just didn't care, but now that she knew he had noticed...

"Get the fuck out of my bathroom," She growled at him, wiping her eyes again. When he didn't move, she clenched her fist and slammed the counter top. "I mean it! Get the fuck out and leave me alone, you stupid, fucking—"

In one fluent sweep, he had her pushed up against the tiled wall, trapping her in his grip. When she cursed him and shoved at his chest, he grabbed her wrists in one hand and yanked them above her head, then grabbed her chin and forced her to meet his steely, almost black eyes as he stared her down.

"You fucking listen here now, Mia," He growled down at her, pinning her firmly with his glare. "You've gained weight, there ain't no fucking denying it. You want me to lie to your face?"

"No, goddamn it! I want you to get the hell off me—"

"I told you right from the start I'd be a shitty boyfriend," He reminded her, ignoring her attempts at getting out. He was much stronger and kept her in place. "I've forgotten our anniversary like I promised, you've yelled at me every month fornot buying you tampons, but like hell if I'm gonna take your bitchflip for telling you the truth."

"Fine, I get it, you're the poor victim and I'm the fat girlfriend that gives you hell," Mia cried and and looked away from him. "So why don't you just leave, huh? Go back to Low Point and hook up with some black chick with sexy moves and a hot body, someone who doesn't nag you about shopping or yell at you for—"

"Every-fucking-thing," Eli finished for her. He leaned down even closer, and Mia felt the traces of his lips against hers; that's how close he got. "But I'm not about to fucking walk out because you've gotten it into your head that fat equals ugly."

Staring up at him, speechless, Mia just glared. She saw his eyes remain like daggers, angry and harsh. She stopped struggling, but still hiccuped when he eased his grip on her chin and cupped her face instead.

"You're so fucking crazy and stupid sometimes, you know that?" He growled, breathing against her lips. "Yeah, you've gained weight, and yeah, I've noticed, but do you hear me complaining? You know me, Mia; if I had a problem, I'd fucking speak it. You'd slap me handwise and call me one of your creative nicknames, but I wouldn't give a fuck if I meant it. Yell at me forthat."

Small tears welled up in Mia's eyes. She knew he hated it when she cried, but she couldn't stop it. "I just don't get it, alright? You're you, you're fucking gorgeous and smart, and yet you stay with me," She sobbed, hating when he rolled his eyes at her. "I mean it! I'm bratty and I come from money, and all I ever do is yell at you or spread my legs for you. I thought the only reason you stayed with me was the latter one, maybe because I was hot or something, but now look at me! I'm fat, my hips are wide, my ass is enormous and—"

"And you need to shut the fuck up before I fuck you right up against this wall," He let go of her wrists and yanked her body to his, smoothing his hands down and around to her rear. He gave the two juicy globes a firm squeeze, his fingers dipping into the flesh.

Mia gasped and flattened her hands against his crispy white dress shirt, feeling his nipple piercings beneath it. His tattoos lightly peaked through, the outlines just visible through the thin material. When his hands gave her ass another good squeeze, he surprised her by slipping his hand into her jeans and grasping her ass plainly. His fingers brushed over her thong, down to the gap of her pussy. She gasped again and felt a jolt of heat go through her."Eli..."

"Tell me again that you're fat," He snarled down at her. "Go on. Say it."

Mia shook her head. She knew better than to play this game with him.

"Mia, say the fucking words."

She shook her head again. "No. I get it, okay?"

With a whirl, he suddenly shoved her face first up against the countertop of the sink, placing himself right behind her,up against her. Her eyes caught her reflection, saw her own wide eyes and his darkening glare deepen as it rolled down her body. He wrapped one arm around her waist and cupped her full breast while the other one unbuttoned her pants and dipped into the front of them.

"We are so fucking late to Caleb's little sister's birthday, all because you can't fucking look at yourself and tell me what you see," He said in her ear, leaning down again to press his lips against it. "So I'm gonna give you a choice here, princess; Either yell at me and don't believe a word I say, or bend over this fucking sink and watch me fuck every thick curve you see in that mirror. Your choice."

Mia saw her own reflection turn into a gape the second the words left his mouth. His ultimatum left her speechless—even more so than before—and so she used a whole of five seconds to process them.

He never said the words directly, but somewhere between all the swear words, did he say he actually liked her new curves?

She looked at herself in the mirror, then looked backup at his face that told her to decide before he decided for her.

- But if the hardness she felt dig against the crack of her ass was any indicator, he had already long ago chosen for her.

"If you can get these pants off me..." She meekly whispered.

In one swift tug, he bent down and yanked them down to her ankles. The material burned against her skin and she let out a brief hiss, but then exchanged it for a shriek when he grabbed the back of her neck and shoved her forward. Her hands caught hold of the mirror before her face implanted with it, and she braced herself ass he felt him part her ass cheeks, squeezing them tightly. Her pulse spiked up when she then felt him yank her thong to the side, exposing her throbbing folds.

"Fuck." The single curse was breathed against the lines of her pussy before his mouth locked over her clit and sucked it between his lips.

"Ah!" Mia arched her back and her fingers bent against the mirror as his tongue plunge between her folds and started rubbing her clit. She cried out and started trembling, feeling pleasure spread throughout her entire body, down to her very toes. "Eli!"

The wet sound of his lips and tongue devouring her pussy was her only reply. A moan ripped from her throat and she whimpered when she felt his finger probe the fine outline of her sphincter. Jolting, she then reared forward when she felt his tongue slip into her core, the same time his finger sunk an inch inside her rear. Her lungs snapped shut and her whole body soared with pleasure.

"Eli!"

She screamed as she came apart, convulsing as he rubbed her against the spot inside her that made her tick. Her breath fogged up the mirror and her panting turned into hyperventilating when she finally hailed down, her knees feeling quivery. Her stomach ached with the spasms of her climax, but it was about to ache some more.

Standing up, she heard his zipper go down and saw him take his position behind her in the mirror. Pressing the tip of his warm blunt against her entrance, Mia snapped her eyes shut and waited for the thrust.

It never came.

Instead she felt a hand coil in her hair, yanking her head up and making her eyes snap open again when she felt a slap on her left asscheek. Gasping, she fumbled for something she didn't know what was and ended up clutching her hairbrush. Parting her lips, she looked at his dark eyes, filled with lust.

"Eyes open," He told her, holding her eyes firm on him while she felt him slide his cock up and down her slick folds, nudging her clit. Her eyelids almost fluttered closed at the sensation, but when another smack hit her rear, they flew open again. "Mia!"

"I'm sorry," She whispered and gulped when helet the tip of his cock press against her entrance again. The head slipped inside her, stretching her walls gently. "Ah, Eli..."

"When we're done here, I never want to hear or see you cry about being fat ever again, that understood?" He demanded, giving her hair a tug. She quickly nodded. "I might fuck you doggy, but I'm a man, Mia, and men want their fucking meat."

And then with a last slap on her ass, he sunk inside her, Mia crying out as he stretched her inner walls. She arched against him and felt him go even deeper, before he pulled out again. He waited a beat, then thrust inside her harshly, making her scream out. He bottomed inside her and hit her cervix. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her hand flew back, pushing his hip back.

Her hand got caught by another one. Grasping it firmly and clenching it, Eli stopped her and instead gave her another deep thrust that knocked the air out of her. She felt him everywhere; rubbing her, stretching her, massaging her insides until she crumbled to a blubbering mess. His thrusts sped up and accompanied her moans with the hard sound of his hips clapping against her thick rear. Even in her bent-over position over the sink, she could still see her ass in the reflection of the mirror, see it ripple with each hard thrust he gave her. His free hand was resting on her left hip, keeping her steady as he plunged in and out of her.

"Oh fuck, Eli..." Mia cried out as the pleasure became too much, as his dick tortured her pussy until she felt herself clench around him in the starts of a new climax. He struck her just right, knew just where to aim inside her to make her plead his name like a prayer.

"Fuck, this sight," His voice was a deep growl, but laced with pleasure. He slowly moved his hand up her spine, locking it at the nape of her neck. He muttered a curse and let his other hand release her wrist to knead her rear again, the flesh folding in his palm. "You're so fucking crazy, Mia..."

She couldn't help but bite her lip at the erotic sight of him groaning over her ass. He looked so damn close to whipped, the clench of his jaw wound tightly. Another smack then fell across her asscheek and made her gasp, the stinging adding to the pleasure of his cock stroking her insides. She saw the red handprint on her cheek, vivid and flaming, and not seconds later, the other one got one as well. She whimpered and felt herself begin to tip over."Eli..."

"Get it. Do it, princess," His thrusts sped up, his hips pounding against hers. "Get there, you crazy, fucking bitch."

"Ah! ELI!" He struck something inside her that made her scream and come apart with a jolt. She clenched him in a deathgrip, closing and contracting around him, milking him until she heard him curse as well and dig his fingers into her plush hips.

The warmth of his cum filled her up as he shot his load inside her, grunting behind her and squeezing her ass. She shivered and felt him give her his everything; clenching around him to get it.

By the time both of them fell off their high, they were both a mess, though unarguably, Eli looked the best. A few strands of his gelled hair had fallen out of place and contoured his face, while his crispy white shirt now was wrinkled and stained with sweat. Mia didn't even want to look at her own reflection and avoided catching it as she shakily straightened out, feeling her legs wobble unstably.

Eli's hands came to her hips, pulling her around and pressing her up against the sink again, ass first this time. With one hand, he gripped the back of her head and dragged her lips up to his, giving her only a second to catch her breath before he stole it from her again. His lips savaged hers with absolutely no mercy, but with so much heat and passion, she nearly tipped over sideways. Gasping for air and tasting herself on his tongue, she let out a small moan and clutched onto his shirt, wrinkling it some more.

When he finally broke the kiss and gripped her chin, she was two steps from being in Wonderland.

"You good now?" He asked her flatly, his voice still jarred with pleasure, but much more gritted and firm than before. He thumbed her lips apart and caught her swimming gaze as her eyes opened. "Or do you feel like calling Caleb and telling him the reason we missed his sister's birthday party was because you felt you were too thick to go?"

Blushing, Mia realized how silly and stupid she had acted now. It was just that she had never weighed this much before. She had always had to look good and care about her appearance because her surroundings had demanded it. In Los Angeles, everyone was skinny, tan and on some sort of diet that involved the beach and a gym membership. She went to neither.

But right here with Eli, she realized she didn't have to care anymore. That life was behind her; he was part of her new one.

"You really don't care that I've put on a few?"She whispered, feeling her heart clench when he sighed irritably. "Just for once, say it. I promise I'll never bother you with it again."

Staring at her for a long, hard moment, he finally gritted his teeth and dragged her forehead to his. "You're perfect however you look. I don't give a shit about the weight if you're scared of me leaving you because I don't find you attractive anymore. You couldn't be any more fucking off," He steeled her with his eyes, then leaned down to her lips and pecked them. "It's all the more reason to stay."

Smiling like a fool, Mia reached up and cupped the nap eof his neck, getting up on her toes to plant the biggest kiss on his lips, right when his phone decided to go off. Pausing one millimeter from his lips, she watched him roll his eyes and then dig his hand into his pocket, fishing out his phone. Without even looking at the caller ID, he pressed the phone to his ear. "We're on our fucking way, chill the fuck out."

Mia heard the muffled voice of an angry Caleb pointing out that he could tell on the tracker on Eli's phone that they hadn't even left the apartment yet.

"Christ. Will you back the fuck off? We're gonna make it, I just had to fuck some fucking sense into Mia."

It was Mia's turn to roll her eyes when she heard Caleb's voice exclaim; 'again?' She turned around and started fixing herself up while Eli finished arguing with Caleb. Her hair was as a fucking mess.

"The problem?" Eli glanced at her while she worked on saving what was left of her makeup. Which was almost nothing. "There's no fucking problem. She just thought she's too thick for me to handle."

When her eyes widened and she gaped at him in disbelief, Mia saw him buckle his pants up before walking up to the door—but not before smacking her already sore ass one last time.

"Had to prove her the hell wrong."

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No such thing as too thicc.