Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 348 Agenda

Stacy Malone had been hearing about Ross Oakley for months. His name was everywhere—spoken in hushed tones by admirers and whispered with envy by rivals. She’d seen him around campus, of course.

He was impossible to miss, especially with his stunning wives always at his side, turning heads wherever they went. Each time Stacy caught sight of them, a pang of envy shot through her.

She should have been one of those women—part of Ross’s world. Instead, she was here, with Dennis, his big, fat, loud-mouthed friend.

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But Stacy wasn’t one to settle for less. Dennis was merely a stepping stone in her carefully crafted plan. She’d been playing the game for years, and now, she was determined to win.

Finally, the moment she’d been waiting for arrived.

”I’m glad to finally meet you, Ross. I’m Stacy,” she said, extending her hand with a dazzling smile.

Ross accepted her handshake with an easy, practiced charm.

”I could say the same. Dennis hasn’t stopped talking about you. I’m glad you gave him a chance. He can be such a baby sometimes, so I trust you’ll take good care of him.”

As Ross went to release her hand, Stacy held on just a moment longer, her fingers brushing lightly against the center of his palm. The playful gesture lingered just long enough to send a message.

Ross noticed, of course, but he didn’t react. Instead, he took a half-second to size her up.

She was undeniably attractive—an above-average beauty with sleek black hair, striking features, and the kind of confidence that made heads turn. Dennis was clearly smitten, and it wasn’t hard to see why.

But compared to Ross’s wives, Stacy fell short. By his estimation, she was at least two levels below their peerless beauty.

Still, she carried herself like a campus queen, a cheerleader whose popularity had granted her a certain allure.

”I’ll do my best,” Stacy said with a nod, her eyes locked on Ross.

”You can trust me on that.”

Dinner was loud and chaotic, just as Ross had expected. Dennis, always eager to be the center of attention, was in rare form.

He wanted to impress Stacy, and his over-the-top antics made that abundantly clear. He practically drooled over her beauty, lavishing her with compliments that bordered on absurd.

Daryl, ever the level-headed friend, stepped in now and then to keep Dennis from completely embarrassing himself.

Ross, meanwhile, observed the dynamic with quiet amusement. Stacy’s eyes rarely left him throughout the evening.

She paid extra attention to him, leaning in whenever he spoke, laughing a little too hard at his jokes, and even serving food onto his plate with a soft smile.

”Try this,” she said, offering a bite from her own plate.

Ross took it without a word, his expression unreadable. He wasn’t surprised by her antics. Women flirted with him all the time—it came with the territory.

Even if he wasn’t conventionally handsome, his chiseled, god-like physique and commanding presence made him magnetic.

Add to that his collection of stunning wives, and Ross Oakley was, quite literally, the man every woman wanted and every man envied.

Dennis and Daryl seemed oblivious to Stacy’s behavior. They were used to Ross commanding attention, even without trying. It was just another fact of life, as normal to them as breathing.

By the time dinner wrapped up, Ross found himself surprisingly entertained. Stacy’s attempts to capture his interest were bold, bordering on desperate, but they added a layer of intrigue to the evening.

Dennis’s bumbling infatuation and Daryl’s dry humor provided a steady stream of laughs.

As they left the restaurant, Ross couldn’t help but glance back at Stacy. Her ambition was clear—she wanted to be part of his world, just like so many others before her.

But Ross wasn’t easily swayed, and Stacy Malone, for all her charm, was going to learn that the hard way.

The group decided to continue their night out at a karaoke lounge.

The room was filled with laughter and off-key singing as Dennis took the microphone, belting out a love ballad with far more passion than talent.

”My love for you is forevermore!” Dennis sang loudly, his eyes fixed on Stacy. His infatuation was painfully obvious, and the sincerity in his voice made up for his lack of musical skill.

Finger snacks were passed around, and the table was quickly filled with bottles of alcohol. Stacy took the role of hostess, her energy never wavering as she poured drinks and encouraged the others to indulge.

”Here, Dennis, drink some more!” she said, smiling sweetly as she refilled his glass.

”Daryl, you should have some too,” she added, nudging the quieter man to join in.

While she made sure Dennis and Daryl’s glasses were never empty, her approach to Ross was noticeably different. She refilled his glass only occasionally, her efforts subtle.

She wanted him sober—or at least sober enough.

Ross, however, saw through her plan and found it mildly amusing. He played along, drinking without hesitation and managing to outpace both Dennis and Daryl combined.

”Please don’t let him get drunk on me now,” Stacy muttered under her breath, her carefully laid plans teetering on the edge of disaster.

By eleven o’clock, the lively atmosphere of the room had shifted. The upbeat tempo of dance music blasted through the speakers, but Dennis and Daryl were no longer participants.

Both were sprawled out on the sofa, snoring softly, lost to their alcohol-induced slumber.

That left Stacy and Ross as the only two still awake.

The dim lighting cast a warm glow over the room, and the faint hum of the music seemed to create a bubble around them. Stacy saw her opportunity and decided it was now or never.

She leaned forward, her voice soft but deliberate.

”Looks like it’s just the two of us now, Ross.”

Ross tilted his head slightly, his expression unreadable.

”So it seems,” he replied, his voice calm and measured. His eyes never left his drinks.

He was thinking about his wives and guessing what they were doing at this time rather focusing on the woman in the room who clearly had an agenda in mind.