Open For Him (BBW / Billionaire Erotic Romance) by Karolyn James

Derreck’s command overcoming her body while she was naked.
    “I need to know.”
    “Why?” Macy asked.
    “Because everyone has scars, Macy.  I care about yours.”
    Macy touched Derreck’s chest and his shirt.  She gripped at the collar, wanting to tear the damn shirt off his body.  It was the last remaining article of clothing between the two of them.
    “Macy,” he said, “tell me.”
    Macy closed her eyes, preparing to share the story.  It had been a long time since she talked about it.
    “What you call beautiful,” she said, “is what a lot of people call... fat.  And fat is ugly.  It was just how I grew up.  Unhappy with myself, people unhappy with me. Then I’m unhappy because people are unhappy.  People are still unhappy.  I tried to act tough and cool, like I didn’t care.  But I did. 
    It was my first year of college, right before I met Stacey.  I bumped into a girl one day, by accident, but because of my size, it was my fault because I took up too much room.  There’s a difference between your high school and someone else’s college.  In high school I knew who I could talk to and who I could talk back to.  In college, I didn’t know what I was doing.  That same girl started to make it a point to find me and bother me.  She had it out for me, like nothing I’d ever seen before.  When I finally reached my breaking point, I stood up to her, thinking it was the right thing to do. 
    It wasn’t.
    I did it in front of some people she didn’t want to look bad in front of.  I didn’t know that at the time. 
    Then, two nights later I was leaving a party when I heard people behind me.  Of course, just like in a fucking movie, I was all alone.  I had nobody with me because nobody wanted to be with me.  I looked over my shoulder and saw three girls following me.
    The leader, Jess, the one who hated me. 
    I thought I was going to get beat up.  I did not run because I couldn’t run.  The last thing I wanted was to be the fat girl who was chased down and beat up.  So I stopped and turned.  I thought I could settle it fairly, but before I could say a word, they were on me.  Jess slapped me and one of the other girls tripped me.  I fell to my ass and Jess lifted my shirt.  I screamed and kicked but it only fueled Jess.  She loved it.
    Then she took out the knife.
    Her friends suddenly weren’t so happy to be part of Jess’s plan.  I don’t think they knew what Jess had planned or what she was really capable of.  As I stared at her, I stared at evil.  Pure evil.  Like nothing I can describe.  She turned with the knife the pointed it at me.  She brought it to the tip of my nose.
    ‘What do you have to say now, fatty?’ she asked and then cackled.
    What could I say back?  I had no words. 
    ‘Jess, that’s enough, come on,’ one of her friends said.
    ‘Fuck that,’ Jess said.  ‘We’re going to help our new friend.  That’s all I want to do is help...’
    I remember that like it was yesterday.  I can hear it perfectly in my mind.
    All she wanted to do was help me.
    And by help, she wanted to cut my size, literally.”
    Macy stopped and turned her head.  Against the soft glow of the low wattage light, Derreck’s eyes still looked strong.  They didn’t give an ounce of compassion nor sympathy and for Macy, that’s just what she wanted to see.  Seeing the stone wall and sexiness of Derreck made her realize that by telling the story, it was like getting it out once and for all.  In return, she wouldn’t receive tears, hugs, or anything that most people did by giving in to the story and living it with Macy.  Derreck simply listened.  He let Macy get it out, the way she wanted to tell it.
    And by staring at him, it made her feel open and it made her feel honest.
    She continued.
    “I didn’t think Jess was serious, well, at first, I guess.  I don’t know.  That look in her eyes, when I think about it now, I should have started kicking and thrashing.