He takes my breath away

He takes my breath away

Janis Ross

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Stacia is a plus size model that's trying to catch her big break into acting. She was beyond excited to get a part in a commercial. It was an added bonus when she found out she would be working alongside her crush. Sadly, crushes are only meant to crush you. Darius is the Hollywood heartthrob the everyone's talking about. He comes off as a complete ass but he's really not. He's just tired of being used by everyone. He is sick of pretending to be something he's not. Could Stacia be the one to save him? Will they let love in and forget everything that could break them apart? They say love can heal all wounds in time, but can love heal words spoken in anger?

Chapter 1 Prologue

Prologue

To tell you our story I guess I should tell you a little bit about ourselves first. I'm Stacia and I am a full-figured sassy as can be spit fire of a woman, or so I'm told. I love who I am and am proud of each and every curve on my voluptuous body. I am not everyone's cup of tea but to someone one day I will be his everything.

I am a plus- sized model trying to break into the acting scene because that is what I have always wanted to do. I was so excited when I got a part in a commercial. Not only was it my first acting gig but I was also going to be working with Darius my celebrity crush. Now let me tell you this man was so sexy that he could make your panties melt off just by being in the same room as you. I should have known a man that fine would only end up being an ass.

Darius thought he was God's gift to women. He tried giving me the number of a personal trainer to help me loose my fat ass. His words not mine. Can you believe that. I don't care how sexy and famous he was he had some balls talking to me like that. I mean sure maybe he was having an off day but that's no excuse to be acting a fool.

Of course, he tried to use some lame ass apology and even asked me out to dinner. I told him no and laughed in his face. It never hurts to play a little hard to get besides his ass needs to put in some work to get me after how he had acted at first.

I thought I had heard the last of him, but wouldn't you know fate had a different plan for us. All it took was one drunken night and we would end up being tied to each other forever. Could a man like him truly ever be happy with a woman like me?

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