Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 350

Chapter 350: Chapter 350 Joy
A week later, Ross and his family welcomed Ayla into their home.

“Hello, everyone! I’m Ayla. It’s nice to meet you all,” she said softly, her voice carrying a hint of shyness as she glanced at the unfamiliar faces around her.

Her parents had been overjoyed when she woke from her coma, calling it nothing short of a miracle.

The days they spent together afterward were precious, filled with laughter, tears, and endless embraces.

Yet beneath the happiness lingered a bittersweet truth: Ayla couldn’t stay.

Her accident had thrust her into circumstances beyond her control, and though her parents begged her to reconsider, she knew this was the only way to keep them safe.

To soothe their fears, she explained her decision as a desire to explore the world, to heal and move forward.

“I’ll always be just a video call away,” she assured them with a trembling smile. Ayla also gave them Ross’s address.

Now, standing in Ross’s home, Ayla felt a knot of anxiety in her chest.

She had heard of Ross Oakley, the infamous man whose life was surrounded by scandal and drama.

She knew exactly what kind of world she was stepping into, and if there had been another option, she would have taken it. But there wasn’t.

Her only choice was to abide by Ross’s rules and hope for the best.

“What? Another one, Ross?” someone teased, a playful grin lighting up their face.

“You’re simply insatiable,” another chimed in, their tone a mix of humor and disbelief.

Ayla’s cheeks flushed as she glanced at Ross, unsure how to respond. Before she could speak, one of the girls stepped forward, offering her a warm smile.

“Pleased to meet you, Ayla. My name is…”

Introductions were awkward at first, but slowly, Ayla began to relax.

The girls were kind and welcoming, their genuine warmth easing some of her unease.

It wasn’t long before she started to feel like part of the group, though her wariness toward Ross lingered.

She couldn’t ignore the sense of control he seemed to wield, and her hesitance to fully trust him kept her on edge.

Among the girls, Ayla found herself gravitating toward Jessica because of their experience in the cruise ship’s cabin.

The two hit it off almost immediately, their shared conversations flowing effortlessly.

By the end of the day, they were fast friends, their connection a bright spot in what otherwise felt like an overwhelming situation.

Still, when it came to Ross, Ayla remained guarded.

She couldn’t deny his charisma, but the weight of her circumstances and the uncertainty of what lay ahead kept her feelings tangled in a web of caution and doubt.

For now, all she could do was take things one day at a time.

That very night, Ayla found herself alone with Ross, her initial fears and hesitations melting away as his confidence and allure consumed her.

Despite her earlier apprehensions, Ross’s touch had a way of making her forget the turmoil within her.

As the night unfolded, Ross led her into an entirely new world of pleasure.

His expertise left her overwhelmed, and under his guidance, Ayla’s inhibitions slowly dissolved.

Hours passed as he explored every inch of her, coaxing wave after wave of ecstasy from her until she was left breathless and trembling.

By the time the night ended, Ayla’s thoughts of fear and uncertainty had been replaced with a newfound sense of intimacy and connection, though a flicker of apprehension still lingered in the depths of her mind.

For now, she could only surrender to the moment and the man who had effortlessly claimed both her body and her thoughts.

***

One week came and went in a flash. Life in Ross’s world was never slow, and he thrived in the chaos.

As usual, school kept him occupied during the day, but lunchtime was sacred—a time he spent with his wives, savoring a moment of normalcy amid his increasingly complicated life.

The restaurant buzzed with soft chatter and clinking cutlery, a cozy hum of activity that framed their meal.

Ross sat at the head of the table, surrounded by his wives, nearly two dozen stunning women, each more radiant than the next.

Despite the number, the group shared an easy camaraderie, laughing and talking as though they’d known each other forever.

Ross was halfway through his meal when his phone buzzed on the table.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

He picked it up, glancing at the unknown number flashing on the screen.

With a slight shrug, he answered, his tone casual.

“Hello?”

“Is this Ross Oakley speaking?” A sweet, feminine voice came through, clear yet tinged with something fragile—an undercurrent of nerves that Ross picked up on immediately.

“Yes, this is him,” he replied, his curiosity piqued. He set his fork down, and the lively chatter at the table fell silent.

His wives, ever attentive, leaned in slightly, eager to eavesdrop on the unexpected conversation.

“Hello, Mr. Oakley. My name is Emma Lewis,” the voice continued.

Her tone was polite, professional even, but there was a slight tremor that betrayed her anxiety.

“I understand you don’t currently have an agent. Do you have time later this week? I’d love to discuss the possibility of representing you and helping you on your journey to becoming the greatest of all time in the NBA.”

Ross’s brow arched slightly. The pitch was confident, but he could sense the desperation behind it, a strain she was clearly trying to mask.

It wasn’t just her words—it was in her tone, in the subtle pauses.

Intrigued, he leaned back in his chair, his expression thoughtful.

Without a word, he activated his divine sense, his mind instantly stretching out to gather details about Emma Lewis.

What he learned brought a faint smirk to his lips. Her desperation wasn’t just professional; there were personal stakes driving her bold outreach, and it was clear she was betting everything on this one call.

“Of course,” Ross said after a moment, his voice smooth and reassuring. “Set the date, and I’ll be there.”

On the other end, Emma’s relief was palpable. Her voice brightened as she stammered out her thanks, her earlier nerves replaced with excitement.

After confirming a time and date, the call ended, and Ross pocketed his phone, his expression as calm as ever.

When he looked up, he found all eyes on him. His wives were watching him with amused curiosity, their silence replaced by knowing smirks.

“What?” Ross asked, raising an eyebrow as he reached for his drink.

One of his wives, a mischievous glint in her eye, leaned forward with a playful grin.

“Are you planning on adding more girls to your modern harem, Ross?” she teased, her voice dripping with mock seriousness.

She waved a hand toward the table, emphasizing the nearly two dozen breathtakingly beautiful women surrounding them.

The table burst into laughter, some of the women chuckling, others feigning indignation at the suggestion.

Ross smirked, leaning back with an air of mock contemplation.

“I don’t know,” he said, his tone teasing. “Do you think we have room for one more?”

The comment only made the laughter grow louder, a ripple of mirth spreading through the group.

One of the women playfully nudged him, while another quipped, “Knowing you, Ross, you’d find a way to make room no matter how full it gets.” Another round of laughter came and that had made their lunch all the more satisfying.