Evil MC's NTR Harem

It had been thirty minutes since the meeting with Thomas ended, yet Jade remained seated behind her desk, motionless, her fingers gently tapping against the armrest of her chair.

The office was quiet now, but it still felt like he was there—like his presence had sunk into the very walls.

He had walked in like he owned the room, like he knew the effect he had on people.

And truth be told, he probably did.

That air of self-assurance, the sharp suit that clung to him just right, and the voice—low, smooth, dangerously calm—still echoed in her ears.

Jade had dealt with many powerful men in her life. Politicians, tycoons, even a few underground figures.

But Thomas... he was different. Too composed. Too poised. Too intoxicating.

She leaned back in her chair with a sigh and glanced at the untouched glass of water on her desk.

Her reflection stared back at her in the glass surface—composed on the outside, but not nearly as calm within.

"What a guy," she murmured, almost involuntarily.

The words escaped her lips before she realized she'd spoken them aloud.

She shook her head, forcing herself to refocus, but it was no use. The thought of him lingered like a scent—subtle yet persistent, impossible to ignore.

The rest of the day passed in a blur.

Her meetings felt dull, her assistants had to repeat things twice, and her usually sharp mind wandered more than once.

It wasn't until the sun began to dip below the horizon that she finally allowed herself to leave the office, still haunted by the memory of that brief but electrifying encounter.

As her car pulled into the long driveway of the estate, she rolled down the window slightly.

The breeze carried with it the smell of roasted meat and grilled vegetables—savory, rich, comforting.

It tugged at her senses and brought a rare, tired smile to her lips. Home.

She stepped out of the sleek black vehicle, the gravel crunching softly beneath her heels.

The sprawling estate was alive with sound—laughter, splashing water, and the faint thump of music playing in the background.

Here, things were never quiet for long.

With Ross and his multitude of wives, chaos was something of a norm. Extravagance, too.

The household was less like a family and more like a lively court, each member playing their role in the grand drama of domestic life.

But despite the complexity, there was warmth here. Joy. Love. Even if it was unconventional.

Jade followed her senses, the trail of sound and scent leading her through the wide garden path, past flowering hedges and trimmed lawns, until she reached the swimming pool.

And there it was—life in full bloom.

The water sparkled beneath the glow of outdoor lanterns, and the air was filled with the clinking of glasses, the giggles of women, and the laughter of children.

Beautiful women lounged in bikinis around the pool, some dipping their toes in the water, others reclining on chairs with colorful drinks in hand.

Their skin glowed under the ambient light, their smiles relaxed and radiant.

And at the center of it all was Ross.

Of course.

He sat comfortably on a lounge chair, shirtless, golden skin glistening slightly from the heat, surrounded by a dozen adoring gazes.

His aura was magnetic—an effortless blend of charm, confidence, and raw masculinity.

Even after all these years, he remained the gravitational force that pulled people in.

Once upon a time, the women might've shed even their bikinis for an impromptu pool party with him.

But times had changed.

With children now running around the estate, there was a new sense of modesty—at least in public view.

No one wanted to corrupt young minds or start difficult conversations too early.

"Mommy Jade!" four excited voices rang out, cutting through the noise like bells.

She turned, just in time to see her four eldest children racing toward her—barefoot, wet from the pool, towels flapping behind them like capes.

Their eyes lit up with joy, arms wide as they closed the distance.

She dropped to her knees just in time to catch them in a tangle of limbs, giggles, and kisses.

"There's my babies," she whispered, wrapping them close.

Their tiny hands touched her face, her hair, pulling her back into the present—back to where she truly belonged.

Jade spent precious minutes just talking and spending happy time with Ross' 4 children Alistair, Anya, Adelyn, and Alexander.

They were naturally curious and so inquired about how Jade's day went and of course wanted so gifts from her also.

Jade loved to gift clothes to the children that was meant and created only for them.

The scene was chaotic, loud, and slightly overwhelming—but it was hers.

Whatever spell Thomas had cast over her earlier in the day, it began to unravel in the face of this noisy, messy, beautiful life.

These were her roots, her people, her purpose.

She glanced over at Ross, who caught her gaze and gave her a knowing smile, raising a glass in her direction.

Jade smiled back, finally letting herself breathe.

With the sun dipping lower, casting a warm golden hue over the estate, Jade let the sound of laughter and water fade into the background.

Her eyes were focused solely on Ross—calm, relaxed, completely at ease amidst the chaos.

But as her heels clicked against the stone pathway, her steps slowed, turning from casual to deliberately seductive.

She reached for the first button of her blazer.

One by one, she unfastened them, her eyes never leaving Ross's.

The cool evening breeze brushed against her skin as she slipped the blazer off her shoulders, letting it fall in a neat puddle at her feet.

Her white blouse was next—smooth silk that clung to her curves—soon peeled away and discarded without hesitation.

Then her skirt, unzipped with a slow drag, slid down her hips and pooled gracefully around her ankles.

In just a few breaths, Jade stood in nothing but black lace: a bra that barely contained her, and matching panties that left little to the imagination.