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  Sweet Surrender

  By

  Evita Patton

  About the Author

  Evita Patton has been a ghost-writer and editor for over five years. She is a passionate storyteller with a cunning eye for detail and realism. Evita invites you on a journey as she tells the story, of Bella, a woman hurt and sceptical about letting anyone into her life. This first part is just the beginning of an amazing love story. Evita hopes that you enjoy the story.

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY AUTHOR

  Published by Evita Patton

  Copyright © 2013 by Evita Patton

  This is a work of Fiction

  All characters appearing in this eBook are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons living or dead, other than those in the public domain, is not intended and purely coincidental.

  This eBook contains sexually explicit material and is intended for a mature audience.

  All characters are 18 years or older. All sex within this story is consensual.

  SYNOPSIS

  Being a plus-sized woman Bella feared that she would never find true love. The constant insults and torments by her co-workers made life almost unbearable. All Bella wanted was a good man, someone to love her regardless of her size. Sadly, most of the men that she meets are not genuinely attracted to her. After a hurtful incident, her friend Karen gives Bella the perfect birthday gift.

  Bella never fathomed that she would get a ticket to the Cameron Steven concert. Cameron’s love songs are inspiring and melodious. Not only is he, her favorite country singer, he is also the man of her dreams. When the opportunity presents itself, Bella is more than happy to meet him in person at the concert. Could her backstage pass, be the key to finding her little piece of happiness?

  After a few dates with Cameron, Bella soon learns that perhaps all men aren’t the same. Maybe a few good men are attracted to her beautiful curves. Bella is conflicted because of her painful past. Is Cameron really a nice guy or is he like every other handsome man she has met – shallow and self-absorbed?

  PROLGUE

  February 12th, 2000

  Dear Diary,

  Today is officially the worst day of my life! This is not how I should be feeling on my birthday. “Sweet sixteen” they say, but I think it is quite the opposite. This birthday is a NIGHTMERE. Nobody wants to be my friend, no one likes me. The kids in school call me fat, ugly, disgusting and they even come up with new names for me. Today Billy called me “thunder thighs”. What the heck is that?

  Yes – Billy, my Billy, the boy I have been secretly crushing on since – kindergarten. His exact words were “Get lost thunder thighs”.

  I think what hurt me the most about his statement is the fact that I was actually trying to help him when he embarrassed me. He had left his algebra book behind, and I was just taking it to him. When he said those words, everything stopped and I felt churn in the pit of my stomach. I wanted to burst into tears right there in the hallway. However, I kept it together; I tried to control my emotions. Well, until I made it to the girls’ washroom that is. Why did he have to be so mean to me?

  I try to put myself in his shoes yet still – I just don’t get it. What would trigger him to utter these words to me? Before that day, I had never spoken to him. Perhaps he just did not like me. It’s because of my weight, I just know it. There are people that I don’t like but I would not tell them hurtful things. I guess, we are each unique, and his personality is different from mine.

  Billy has just captured the number spot on my extremely long “hate list”. Who would have thought, that my secret crush would now be my sworn enemy. I can still remember the sound of the girls in the back laughing at me when he said it. It’s my birthday, I should be happy. No I should be more than happy; I should be over the moon, ESTATIC. Instead because of that jerk, Billy, my entire day is “screwed”.

  I can’t help but wonder, whether my life will always be like this. Will people always make fun of and treat me differently, like some plague because of weight? I wish they would understand how I feel, and just shut up! I exercise, I try to eat healthy, but I am still bigger than most girls are at my age. My classmates judge me and make me feel bad about myself but they don’t know me. Everyday living inside this body is a struggle. I hate me; I hate the fat girl I see in the mirror.

  My mom says, this will not last forever ever, it’s just baby fat. Oh come on – I’m freaking sixteen now. How long will she keep saying this? There is only one thing that can solve my problem right now – liposuction. Geez – if only I could get a job, I would save up and pay for one or two. (Note to self) I should Google “liposuction” to find out more about it. Where can I get it done? How much is it?

  I can hear my family downstairs getting ready for my sweet sixteenth birthday party, they’re all excited. Everyone is excited, everyone but ME, the birthday girl. Deep down inside I feel so sad, lonely and depressed; it’s almost as if I’m going to a funeral. This must be how clinically depressed people feel. (That too, I need to Google.) Perhaps I just need to be medicated.

  I got it – my solution. I need anti-depressants. My God, being fat is the worst thing in the world!

  I wish I had someone to talk to, a person who understood what it feels like. I cannot talk to my mom, I love her but she doesn’t get it. She keeps saying everything is going to be okay, but my reality is EVERYTHING - is not okay. Going to school is torture. The worst part of it all is I am my biggest enemy. I hate this girl called Bella – I hate me.

  Several Years Later…

  As I seat here, going through my diary, I cannot help but think that life has not changed much for me. I was so naïve back then and it warms my heart to see how much I expressed my feelings with my words. I am still not that tall slender girl I’ve always wanted to be. However, the good thing is I no longer refer to myself as “fat”, it was such an ugly word. I now describe myself as a “plus size” woman.

  It’s been a little over fourteen years since my sixteen birthday and tonight as I get ready to have a fun night out with my new friend Karen, I pray that I meet a good man. I want to look back upon this night and see it as the beginning of a new me – a fun, carefree young woman. At thirty, I choose to enjoy life, to tap into my inner beauty.

  Physically speaking Karen is everything I’ve always wanted to be. She has the most beautiful set of golden brown curls, bouncing just below her shoulders and her perfectly toned body makes her the eye candy of most men that we meet.

  I on the other hand am quite the opposite of Karen. Long straight hair is practically my most beautiful feature. My huge melon shape breasts can be very deceiving and most people think that I have breasts implants. While my wide-set thighs and very slender waistline seem mismatched on my curvaceous body.

  “The mirror does not lie,” I keep telling myself, as I try on several different outfits. Nothing seems to – hide my curves well enough. Most women I know prefer wearing the tight figure hugging dresses. However, I prefer clothing that is more conservative. Perhaps this is the reason why I have never had a real boyfriend or lover. Who would have thought that I would be a thirty-year-old virgin? Growing up, I always hoped that I would have been married by twenty-five. Yet here I was five years after my twenty-fifth birthday, single. I had no one, not even my mom.

  Just thinking about her, brings tears to my eye. My mother’s battle with cancer began shortly after I left for college, and she passed away while I was still in school. I often thought that there was no greater pain, than having my peers tease and taunt me during class about my weight. How wrong was I? The day when I received the news that my mother had died seemed like the end of the world for me. She was the only one, who believed in me, who called me beautiful, who supported me no matter what. When she passed away
, a huge part of me died with her. She was my rock. Losing my mother was the most hurtful thing to happen in my entire existence.

  If my mom were here with me right now, she would have told me that I looked stunning in that red dress. She would have complimented my hair, my perfume and I would have felt amazing. Maybe I should just imagine she were here, and go along with the red dress. Besides, tonight will be a long night. So why no wear something daring?

  CHAPTER ONE

  “Is this seat taken?”

  I turned away, thinking that perhaps, the handsome young man who had just approached us was speaking to Karen. The blank stare on my co-worker’s face, made me realize that the man was talking to me and I was suddenly very uncomfortable.

  “Well I’ll take your silence as a “no”. Hi I’m Troy,” the man held his hand out to me, with a warm smile on his face. His perfect white teeth and dimpled chin seemed to complement his good looks.

  A chill rushed through my body, as my palms grew moist, a sign that I was nervous. The nudge to my side, almost made me leap from my seat. Karen had poked me in an effort to get a reaction, from my now still body. Why did I panic? I was no longer that little girl who feared strangers. Taking a silent deep breath, I tried to gather the courage to shake his hand.

  “I’m Bella,” I extended my hand to his, praying that he would go away. I was not prepared for this. Had he seen me eyeing him, from the bar? Why had he suddenly chosen to introduce himself to “me”? Usually, Karen would be the one getting the handsome men coming up to her.

  An even scarier thought crossed my mind; maybe someone was playing a nasty little prank on me. But who could it be? Certainly not Karen, so far, she had been the only pleasant person at the office. Being the new girl at Clayton and Jeffers Consultants had proven to be more than a challenge. Most of my co-workers were about my age, with similar qualifications. However, one very identifiable difference between us was my size. I was a full figured plus sized, brown-haired woman, while most of them tall slender women, who got a thrill from tormenting me about my weight. Karen had been the only nice one amongst all of the women.

  When she heard that my birthday was yesterday, and that I’d spent the day at home alone, she insisted on taking me out tonight. And so, here we were on a Sunday night at Joey’s Bar and Grill, drinking and having pleasant conversation. Thankfully, tomorrow was a national holiday and we would be out of work.

  As the night proceeded, Troy and I became better acquainted, while my friend Karen engaged in some chatting of her own, with one of the bartenders. Surprisingly Troy worked in the accounts department at my company. Ironically, although we worked in the same building, at the same company, we had never met each other until now.

  Aside from his good looks, he had a witty personality and I was quickly becoming very fond of him. Could this be love at first sight? Perhaps it was. I could not help but smile and laugh as we chatted. He seemed very attracted to me and as the night wore on, he shot me several seductively little stares. Each time his piercing blue eyes caught mine, tiny delicious sensations coursed through my body. I wanted sing a song - a happy song, letting everyone at the bar know that I had found my Mr Right. They would think that I was crazy, but I did not care. This felt amazing. Who would think that at thirty years, I would now meet a sincerely great man?

  As our night winded down, I decided to step out of my comfort zone a bit. I invited Troy back to my apartment, for drinks. However deep down inside, I think we knew exactly what would happen. There was that strong attraction between us that made me more than curious to explore, my desires for him.

  As we left the bar, I gave Karen a dirty little look that let her know that I was going home with Troy. The approving smile that she had on her face, seemed to remove the small traces of doubt that had been lingering in the depth of my mind. This felt more than right.

  CHAPTER TWO

  “Welcome to mi casa,” I teased, walking into my quaint studio apartment, with Troy trailing in closely behind. The warmth of his body was deliciously intoxicating and as I came to the centre of my living room, his huge strong arms gently wrapped around my waist, pulling me in closer to him. I could feel his heart thumping against my back as his tongue suddenly made contact with the nape of my neck. I purred from the tingle that coursed through my being as he blew tiny kisses upon my flesh. The feeling was enthralling and I moaned out for more, wishing that he would pleasure me further. Never had I felt anything like this before. I’d seen and read about it, on television and in romance novels. I hated myself for being a virgin at thirty. But until now, I’d never gotten any viable suitors. Most of the men, who approached me, were of poor taste.

  “I want you Bella,” Troy’s voice was husky and filled with desire in it.

  Everything in me, longed for him, every passing second was torturous as I tried to control my primal urges.

  “I want you so much Bella,” he repeated his words, immediately spinning around to face him. As I drew my gaze up to his beautiful eyes, a bright fire seemed to beam through to my very soul. The lust and passion in his gaze, made me cringe inwardly. I’d never seen such intensity in the eyes of a man before.

  In the back of my mind, I wanted to stop this, to put an end to this sudden madness but I could not. I too desired to be with him. I wanted to give myself up to him, to let him do as he pleased. I was a frustrated virgin and hopefully tonight would be the night, where I would experience the ecstatic thrills of having a man penetrate my core.

  “Troy…” I cooed, as his lips demanded mine without warning.

  I could feel my thoughts trailing off into thin air, as my body and mind became completely at his mercy. His tongue, lashed out against mine with such delicious fury, that it made me want to melt into his arms. Waves of pleasures rushed through my body, as warmth between my legs, simmered, delighting me further. As his hands slipped, down the valley of my chest, my heart pounded with his every touch.

  There was a low wining growl, as he gently tugged unto my bottom lips, working his fingers around my back to my zipper. Like loose soft satin, I could feel my dress slipping off my shoulders, then down my chest, and then finally down the rest of my body.

  I feared that he would see my nakedness, and run away. After all, I was fat, and most men, that I spoke with preferred, their women slender. However to my surprise, Troy wasn’t bothered by my size, he never commented about it, instead he continued pleasuring me with his sweet caresses.

  “Oh God!” my eyes seemed to roll in the back of my head, as I threw my head back in delirium. Troy’s warm hunger filled lips, had found my perky nipple and he was now, sucking them lovingly. The mildness of his tongue, as it swept over and around my nipple, made me cry out for more.

  Troy happily obliged, sucking harder, biting my hardened nipples at times. He held each breast to his lips one by one, licking and sucking it until I could feel my own need for him growing beyond my control. As he worked his tongue over my nipples, his hand slowly traced down my body, stopping at the hem of my dress. I suddenly became very aware of what was about to happen, and I had to tell him my secret. I’d been fighting off the feeling, to tell him that I was virgin. However, now that I was certain, about what we were about to do, I had to tell him the truth.

  Pulling away, immediately, I took a deep breath. “What? Nooo…” he whined, like a toddler at a toy store.

  “I have to tell you something,” I admitted.

  He leaned in closer, with a pleasant smile on his face. He had a kind compassionate look that made me feel safe and loved.

  “I’m just going to say…” I paused, waiting for a reaction from him.

  Once again, a warm smile graced his features and my heart almost melted.

  “I’ve never done this before.”

  “Never done what?” he asked curiously.

  He was certainly not understanding, what I was trying to tell him. Therefore, I told him exactly what I wanted to say.

  “You’re a virgin?” his eyes widened
, and a saucy little grin, lurked upon his face.

  My heart was now, thumping at a rapid rate. Would he walk away? Why was he grinning? Was this a positive thing? A burst of laughter escaped him, when I asked him whether he was not comfortable, with my secret.

  “No, this is great! It’s been a while since I’ve been with a virgin,” he teased. “Wow, this is going to be extra-special then,” his lips curled up and devious little grin formed.

  Locking lips once again with him, I prayed that it would indeed be extra special for the both of us. Perhaps this would be my future husband. I pushed that thought back to the depths of my mind, thinking that maybe, I was getting way ahead of myself here.

  When we ended our kiss, I lead him to my bedroom. The feel of the cotton sheets felt different tonight, it felt amazing. In fact, my entire room felt different.

  I closed my eyes, and gave in to his sweet surrender, as his tongued caressed my nipples, then my navel. When he found my heated core with his tongue, I moaned out in ecstasy, licking my lips as tiny spasms came crashing down between my legs.

  Parting my moist folds with his fingers, he stroked my tender flesh with his tongue. Each lick, made me tingle within and my desire for him flared. His tongue found my throbbing bud, and as he flicked it over my clitoris, I moaned louder jerking my wet pussy against his lips.

  As he caressed my clitoris, I took sharp intakes of breath, gripping unto the sheets in an effort to control myself. I was now, wiggling beneath him, as he moved his tongue feverishly massaging my clitoris. A sweet delicious sensation, mixed with intense urgency to release consumed me as I cried out for more, bucking my core against his hungry lips.