Curves Envy 3 - Claimed By An Alpha: BBW Billionaire Romance by Scarlett Avery Page B

any longer, I turn on my heel and face the group who has so accurately been commenting on the unfolding events and I dare to ask a question that might expose me. “What do you mean, Josie?”
    “I’ve done many photoshoots with Bruna and I’ve seen with my own eyes how she plays men to her advantage. I’m not saying she’s not a beautiful curvy model—she is and she knows it. What I am saying is the reason she gets called back for photoshoots so often is because she’s not afraid of putting out. I’ve caught her quite a few times in compromising situations with photographers, representatives from the company who hires us, videographers and pretty much any human being walking around with a cock. The girl has no shame. In my opinion, she’s going to get him before the end of the night because she’s been hinting at it since we’ve arrived in Miami yesterday morning. I should know, since I’m her roommate. What Bruna wants, Bruna gets.”
    God, please make it stop.
    “I didn’t want to bring it up, but since Josephine let the cat out of the bag, I can share that Bruna cornered me earlier today and rubbed her tits all over me hoping I’d write the same kind of feature story as I’m crafting for Giovanna and Candy. I would have been flattered, but I caught her with her hands down the photographer’s jeans about an hour before she approached me. Frankly, she’s so obvious a blind man can see her coming a mile away.”
    Jesus, this is my worst nightmare coming to life. There’s no way I can compete against her—she’s a star in the industry and I’m only me.
    “At least we didn’t have to deal with Benita being on set this time around. I’ve dealt with the double-trouble duo before. It’s excruciating.”
    My head turns in Giovanna’s direction so quickly I fear my neck might snap off. “Who’s Benita?” I ask in a higher voice than normal.
    “Her twin sister,” Giovanna and Josie both answer together.
    Fuck, there’s more than one of them? “I didn’t know she had a twin.”
    “Benita’s super-popular in South America and she’s gaining popularity here. I’m sure you’ve seen her in ads for Tremendous Splash swimsuits,” Giovanna continues. “You haven’t put two and two together because they’re fraternal twins and not identical. Also, Benita dyes her dark hair blonde. This has helped her get bookings where she doesn’t have to go head to head with her sister.”
    “Giovanna is right. The next time you see Benita’s photo in a magazine, you’ll immediately see the resemblance.” Josie’s words do little to comfort me as I rack my brain to remember the lineup of models under the Tremendous Splash brand. “Benita goes by her first name only, which is why you might not have connected the two sisters. She thinks she’s the Madonna of the modeling world. Whatever. Like Giovanna, I’ve also worked with both of them and they are indeed a nightmare. Here’s the other twist to the story—when they’re together, they never shy away from seducing men with the promise of a hot ménage a trois with two plus-size Brazilian bombshell supermodels. As they love to gloat, few mortals with a cock can resist such illicit temptation. To be honest, I know a lot of men who’ve bagged both sisters during an evening of debauchery where no kinks were off the table. Yeah, the Alvares twins are something else.”
    For the love of God. Is there no end to this?
    Although I haven’t missed one word Josephine and Giovanna shared, I still have my eyes glued to the dance floor, fearing the worst, and when Max wraps his arms around her waist and Bruna slams her tits against his chest, I lose all my composure. By the time she rubs her boobs up and down Max’s torso, I’ve officially had enough. I’m certain it would’ve been less painful if someone had poured a bucket of salt on an open wound than to watch Bruna grab Max by the back of his neck and crush her lips against his.
    When the crowd roars with