Evil MC's NTR Harem

On Saturday, Jade Whitaker arrived at the designated location as promised. She had received a text with the details, and it led her to a quiet, dimly lit movie theater.

The atmosphere was unusually empty, adding an air of mystery that made her both uneasy and intrigued.

Jade glanced around, checking her phone one last time to confirm she was in the right place. She'd barely waited five minutes when a familiar figure approached her.

As he came closer, Jade felt a strange chill run down her spine. She instantly recognized him—the infamous, young college student everyone on the globe had been talking about.

Just days earlier, a video of him had gone viral, capturing him in some controversial moment that had quickly spread across social media.

His face had been plastered all over the internet for days, and despite not knowing him personally, she couldn't ignore the sheer curiosity his presence seemed to provoke.

It wasn't just Jade who was captivated; the whole world seemed equally fascinated by him. People were in constant discussion, wondering how an unassuming, average-looking guy had managed to capture the attention of not just one but two stunning beauties on campus.

The rumors were wild, fueled by countless speculations and theories. Some said he had an irresistible charm hidden beneath his ordinary appearance, while others insisted there must be something deeper, some hidden power or secret that set him apart.

Jade couldn't deny his newfound fame was astounding. Just within a week, he had gone from virtually unknown to a notorious figure whose reputation preceded him wherever he went.

She hadn't anticipated meeting someone like him today, and she certainly hadn't expected the peculiar sense of tension his presence would evoke.

She watched him closely, trying to decipher the intentions behind his intense gaze. Whatever lay ahead, Jade knew that this encounter would be anything but ordinary.

"You're proving to be quite the obedient little slave, Jade. I like you already," Ross murmured, a sly grin spreading across his face as he openly appraised her. His gaze was intense, lingering on her figure with a boldness that made her skin prickle.

Jade felt the heat of his eyes as he looked her up and down, pausing at every curve, every line that hinted at the life she led.

At 5 foot 11, Jade's presence was undeniable. She was statuesque, with a poise that suggested both strength and elegance.

Though she was 43, few would ever guess her age; her flawless, glowing skin and toned body could easily belong to someone in her twenties.

The years had only enhanced her beauty, refining her features and giving her an aura of confidence that Ross seemed to find irresistible.

Jade's background showed in every detail—the way she carried herself, the subtle luxury of her designer clothes, and the evident care she took in maintaining herself.

Coming from a wealthy family, she'd always had access to the best, and even now, she made sure to prioritize her well-being.

Regular visits to exclusive gyms, meticulous skincare routines, and the finest personal trainers had all helped keep her in exceptional shape.

Her figure was trim yet curvaceous, with a fitness and grace that defied her age.

Ross's eyes gleamed as he took in this vision of perfection, his admiration mingling with something darker.

He knew she was successful and used to controlling her own life, and the thrill of seeing her like this—vulnerable and compliant—was intoxicating.

Jade, sensing the shift in his gaze, swallowed hard, a mix of discomfort and curiosity bubbling up within her. She realized that, despite her wealth and experience, she was stepping into a game that felt unfamiliar and dangerous, one where Ross held the power.

Jade was wearing a long sleeved grey color skirt dress that accentuated all her abundant assets completely. Ross really loved what he saw at this time.

"Let's just get this over with. I need to be back before five," Jade said, her tone sharp and hurried, barely concealing her discomfort.

She kept her gaze steady, unwilling to let Ross see any hint of vulnerability. Jade wasn't naive; she'd sensed his intentions from the moment they met.

His lingering, predatory gaze roamed over her body, and she didn't need to read his mind to know what he was after. Just one look told her everything.

It wasn't the first time Jade had been in this kind of situation. Throughout her life, men had often shown her unwanted interest, captivated by her striking beauty and elegance.

Her tall, slender frame and natural poise had drawn attention from a young age, and her disciplined lifestyle kept her looking younger than her years.

Yet, despite all the admiration, she had always remained faithful. Jade had only ever been with one man—her husband.

She prided herself on her loyalty, on the love they had built together. She hadn't even entertained the idea of anyone else, content in her marriage and her role as a devoted wife.

But Ross was different. His brazen stare, the way he looked at her as though she were a prize to be won, filled her with a mixture of disgust and frustration. He didn't see her as a person, much less as a wife or mother, but as some conquest he could claim.

It angered her that he could disregard her life, her choices, and her commitment so easily. The very idea of him touching her, of crossing that boundary she had never broken, made her skin crawl.

Jade took a steadying breath, willing herself to remain calm. She didn't want him to see her discomfort, to know how much his presence unsettled her.

She was determined to keep control, to maintain her dignity, even in this uncomfortable situation. For her, this was just a task to get through, something to endure so she could return to her real life, to the people who mattered.

And once the clock hit five, she would leave, putting as much distance between herself and Ross as possible, grateful to be done with his unwelcome advances.

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