In the arms of the enemy- Curvygirl/Hot guy romance- Sample

Chapter 1 The Stranger

Chapter 1

I was finally on the airplane, on my way to meet Joseph. The decision to leave hadn't been easy. Nobody had supported me; they all thought I was mad to fly halfway across the world to meet a stranger. But Joseph wasn't a stranger. We'd been talking for a year. I knew him better than most people.

The excitement of finally meeting him in person churned in my stomach. Would he be everything I imagined? Would I be attracted to him? Could he be Mr. Right? The possibilities swirled in my mind, drowning out the doubts. I was so eager to start a romantic adventure with him. Marriage wasn't on my mind, not yet. I wanted to have some fun first, and most of all, I didn't want to be a virgin anymore. Not that there was anything wrong with being one, but it sucks. All my friends were married or going steady with someone. I was alone. I always fantasized about marrying a handsome, strong man. Someone who could lift me even though I weighed 220 pounds. I was tall and curvy, and this made it difficult for me to find someone who liked me the way I was. I tried to lose weight many times, but I failed miserably. I like sports, it's not as if I'm lazy or anything. The problem is my body shape; I have never been thin as far as I remember. Occasionally, I go jogging and sometimes I even go to the gym, but my body wants to stay the way it is. It's frustrating not to wear sexy clothes, and I know men will never look at me the way they look at other girls.

Joseph seems different. Even though we have never met in actual life, when I told him I was curvy, he didn't seem to mind. He only said that he liked women with some extra flesh. But now that we were going to meet, I was worried that he'd change his mind.

As the plane soared through the sky, I glanced around, searching for something to occupy my thoughts. A couple beside me was engrossed in a book, while another passenger watched a movie. No one seemed interested in conversation.

I entertained myself by playing a game I used to play as a child, trying to guess the lives of the people around me. I looked in front of me, trying to find someone interesting. There were many elderly couples and a class of children. No one seemed to catch my eye until I saw a man seated across the aisle. He looked hot. He had a cap on, so I couldn't tell what colour his hair was. His gaze swept the cabin as if searching for something—or someone. When our eyes met, a jolt shot through me, leaving me breathless. His intense stare held mine, and for a moment, it was as if we were the only two people on the plane.

I was still reeling from the encounter when the flight attendant approached with refreshments. I mechanically accepted a bottle of water and a bun, my mind still racing. What had just happened? Was it possible he was looking at me? But no, that was absurd. He was probably just looking for someone else. I scolded myself for entertaining such thoughts and tried to focus on reading.

Just then, someone behind me got up, and I realized it was a lovely blonde with a figure to die for.

Cath, you're an idiot, I said to myself. That gorgeous hunk wasn't looking at you but at the girl behind you. Of course, how could I think he had looked at me? The thought put me down. I returned to my book. But my concentration wavered, and I found myself stealing glances at the man across the aisle. He seemed lost in thought, his brow furrowed in concentration. Then the blonde bombshell approached him, and they exchanged words. I wondered if they knew each other. My heart sank as I watched them interact, jealousy gnawing at me. She had such sexy long legs while mine were chubby and shapeless. I never dreamed of wearing a short skirt like the one she was wearing. I was curious to know what she was telling him. He didn't seem interested because after a few moments I saw her moving away in an angry gait. Just then, he turned around and our eyes met again. This time, I was sure he was looking at me, as there was no one else behind me. My stomach twisted into a knot. He held my gaze again, observing me. Heat flooded my cheeks, sending a thrill down my spine. I tore my gaze away, heart pounding in my chest.

I closed my book with shivering hands and gave up on reading. This was going to be a long journey.