All of Me Loves All of You

By Teresa D. Patterson

Evelyn Williams has always been overweight. Even now, she still has a problem keeping the weight off. When she decides to take pole dancing for fitness, she never expects a man to train her.

Evelyn’s instructor is Terrell Wertz. Terrell is gorgeous and fit. It's obvious that he's out of Evelyn's league. Furthermore, he probably wouldn't even look twice at a big chick like her, which makes her even more determined to lose the extra pounds.

Terrell is enticed by the pretty-faced, thick chick he has to train. He can tell she has a low self-esteem and probably thinks guys like him wouldn't go for girls like her. She couldn't be more wrong. He wasn't always drop-dead gorgeous and muscular. Can he teach Evelyn about loving herself even at her current size?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Teresa D. Patterson
• Release date: Apr 3, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311938862

Teresa D. Patterson

Teresa D. Patterson came onto the literary scene with her debut novel, Project Queen, which was published by a small independent publishing company. It wasn't long before she realized having complete control over the creation and distribution of her books suited her better, compelling her to publish her own future works.Her first independent published novel was Ex-boyfriend. She went on to write several novels in multiple genres, which includes contemporary fiction, erotica, inspirational fiction, juvenile fiction, romance, and urban lit. She has written twenty-eight novels and co-authored one.

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All of Me Loves All of You

By Teresa D. Patterson

© 2015 by Teresa D. Patterson

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This is a work of fiction. Names, character, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means whatsoever.

Chapter One

Like I’m Invisible

Evelyn Williams lowered her head, letting her long, dark hair hide most of her face as she slinked out of the half-empty break room. Even though she’d only eaten tuna fish on a bed of lettuce, she could sense condescending eyes burning into her skin. It made her feel like a fawn that had wandered away from the herd being watched by a ravenous wolf. Her chest tightened. She fought the urge to turn around to seek out the culprits or to find out if it was just her overactive imagination.

She always felt eyes on her when she ate. No matter where she was sent to work by the temp agency, she was always the fat chick, that everyone gawked at, whispered about or said downright rude things about. In one instance, someone had made a joke about her chair breathing a sigh of relief once she’d gotten up. She couldn’t count the number of times a person had walked past and muttered, Oink! Oink! One overly insensitive jerk had asked her, Have you had your thyroid checked?

She hated being the size she was, but not matter how many diets she’d tried, she just couldn’t lose any substantial amount of weight. (And she had had her thyroid checked; it was fine.) She’d pretty much given up on ever being slim.

If Evelyn thought she’d been humiliated enough in the break room, she’d soon be proven wrong.

She trudged back to her assigned department and returned to the file room to commence putting away files in alpha and numeric order. Being that she was only five feet, three inches tall, she had to use a step stool to reach the files on the second shelf. While she stood on the stool, the supervisor, Ingrid, hurried toward her, blowing badly permed, curly, red (mostly orange-ish) hair out of her eyes as she rushed forward. She had an anxious expression on her pale face.

Her hands resembled two frantic birds fluttering around as she waved them at Evelyn. Oh, dear, you don’t have to do that. Please come down from there. If you find any files that need to be put away on the top shelves, just place them to the side and I’ll have Mary take care of them. We can’t have you falling in your condition.

Evelyn’s brow rose as she stared down at the too pale woman. M-my condition? she stammered.

Yes. You are expecting, right?

Evelyn felt the heat rush to her face, turning it a different shade and even though she was caramel-complexioned, she was sure the woman could see her flush.

No, I’m not pregnant, she said, then added in a flat tone, I’m just fat.

The woman’s face went slack, and her mouth opened slightly then snapped shut. She gulped and stared at Evelyn wide-eyed for a full ten seconds. Saying nothing further, she sprinted off with her face flaming redder than Evelyn’s.

Evelyn continued to file until it was time to sign out and go home, which she did on the computerized time sheet. Once finished, she collected her purse and cell phone from the desk drawer in her temporary cubicle.

She glanced around the empty department. All the permanent employees had already made a beeline for the door and were probably squeezed in the elevator like a can of packed sardines.

She wasn’t in a rush. She was one hundred percent positive no one was holding the elevator on her behalf anyway. She hated being the last person to squeeze into a crowded elevator. She always thought the people were praying the elevator wouldn’t break because of the excess weight she’d added.

On her way out, she spotted the supervisor, Ingrid, standing with another woman who was thin but toned and tanned. Evelyn heard her Ingrid say, It’s such a shame because she has a really pretty face. The other woman replied with a Tsk. Tsk.

Ignoring the women’s snide remarks, she plastered on a bright smile and said, Have a great weekend. See you on Monday. She turned the corner and headed for the elevators before either of them could reply.

Once on the elevator, she punched the number one and watched it light up. The compartment jerked slightly and made a noise as it slowly descended. She breathed a sigh of relief. The last thing she needed was to get stuck in the elevator.

She leaned back against the back wall and let out another deep sigh as she thought about Ingrid’s words. Even though she’d heard such comments and also had people assume that she was pregnant, it still bothered her. She knew her weight was the reason she didn’t aspire to do anything meaningful with her life. She was content to take one temporary job after the next as a file clerk.

Being a file clerk was easy. She didn’t have to be around a great deal of people. She didn’t have to compete with any of the thin, beautiful, predominately white employees that worked at the Fortune 500 companies the temp agencies sent her to. She could just be inconspicuous and file her fat life away. Everyone treated her like she was invisible anyway… except when they gawked at her with condescending, judgmental eyes.

When she got to her 2003 Mazda 626, she slid behind the steering wheel and immediately hopped right back out. The scorching hot seat burned her butt. She really needed to buy one of those sun shades for her front window.

She opened the back door and grabbed the sweater that she kept in the back seat and spread it out to sit on. She turned the key in the ignition and debated on whether or not to run the air conditioner. She’d heard it burned more gas, but didn’t know if that was an urban myth or not. Feeling the stifling Florida heat, she thought Fuck it, and switched the air gauge on. As soon as she did that, the car’s engine sputtered and died.

Oh, no, she groaned, hoping she wouldn’t have to call AAA to tow her car. She didn’t have enough money for cab fare, and she dreaded catching the city bus. She looked heavenward, offered up a prayer, flipped the a/c off and turned the key in the ignition again. The car roared back to life.

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