Curves Envy - Alphas Love Curves: BBW Billionaire Romance by Scarlett Avery Page B

job at Sassy magazine. I love my co-workers and I love being the voice of plus-size women. I get to work with incredible designers, bloggers, photographers and artists all determined to help prove big is indeed beautiful. I still can’t believe Christine discovered my blog by chance and used my daily banter about my weight as leverage when it came time to appoint a new editor for the plus-size online portal and monthly section in the magazine.
    I started my blog, which I rightly named Voluptuous , as a way of documenting my dramatic weight loss after my grandmother Barbara had passed away. It never occurred to me it would take off like it has. I’ve always wanted to work on my blog full-time, but a part of me lacks the confidence to believe I can stand on my own two feet.
    “Yeah, but I think the bigwigs at your company must have asked her to back off after your article on Melissa McCarthy exploded on the Internet.”
    “You’re right. I can still see the look of disbelief on Jennifer’s face when I told her we had received over seven hundred and sixty-eight thousand views within twenty-four hours of me posting the article. Our Facebook page went crazy and all this buzz caught the attention of her superiors.”
    One of the biggest highlights so far in my career has been to predict publically the Hollywood big girl would launch her own fashion line. I forecasted this turn of event in our industry well before it was popular to even put Melissa McCarthy and fashion in the same sentence. When I saw her performance in Bridesmaids , I knew she’d be a huge success despite her size and let’s face it, she’s so gorgeous. I don’t kid myself. Men don’t turn their heads when I walk alongside my co-worker from the skinny side of the magazine, but my editing career has taken off like a rocket.
    “You should be proud of your achievement. What a scoop.”
    I can’t help but beam at his compliment.
    “Yeah, Jennifer has no other choice now but to be nicer to me and to give me a little respect. She can no longer treat me like shit like she’s done since the first day she laid her eyes on me.”
    “If you’re working from home today, why don’t you finish early and let’s grab a drink.”
    “Are you trying to call it truce?”
    “I hate when we disagree about your weight, so yeah, I’d love to hang out so I know we’re okay. We can keep on talking about small things for another hour or we can see each other and hug the hell out of each other so I know we’re still good friends.”
    “Dev, we’ll always be okay. I love you like a brother even when we don’t see eye to eye. Although I’d love to hang out with you tonight, I can’t. Trish is on her way from LA and she’ll be landing anytime now. We’re meeting for drinks later tonight.”
    “Trish? I forgot she was coming today. Wow, you’ve not seen your detestable cousin since your grandmother died.”
    “I know. It’s going to be interesting to see her reaction to my weight loss.”
    “Yeah, she might not be as annoyed to be around you as she used to when you were coping with the loss of your parents.” Devin spits those words with disdain. He doesn’t like Trish because she’s always had this insidious way of putting me down. She’s the queen of backhanded compliments and going to a restaurant with her when I was at my heaviest was torture because of the side glances she’d shoot my way every time I’d poke my fork in my plate. Even when I ordered salad—which I hate with a passion.
    “Let’s hope so. Trish and my aunt are my only last two living relatives. My cousin might not be the most compassionate person on the planet, but she’s still related to me by blood.”
    “Whatever. In my world, she’s a royal bitch. We’re more family to you than she’s even been. She hasn’t bothered to come back to visit in eighteen months. Not to mention when she lived in New York, she always went after your boyfriends like a piranha.”
    “Don’t remind