Chapter 9
Layla’s pov
At 27 I have my whole life figured out. I was a very popular plus-size clothes designer. I got sick of people telling me I was to “fat” for the cute clothes. All the plus sized clothes I seen looked like they should be curtains. So, I worked hard and made a name for myself. For me I was all work and no play.
I was tired of mean. I just didn’t have time for them. Every one of them tried changing me. I was happy with who I was. It’s not my fault they can’t deal with some curves. Men all they want is what looks good on the outside. To hell with that.
I decided to take some of my employs out to celebrate our glowing review. So, we went to a club especially for us so called “fat” people, and the ones that adore us. I loved being here. I could let go and have fun. No o
