Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 380 Prestige

Jessica, however, remained unimpressed. She merely shook her head, refusing to let his charm sway her.

She opened her mouth to respond, but before she could get a word out, Ross appeared.

Carrying a couple of drinks in his hands, Ross exuded confidence and ease, his presence commanding attention even in such a casual moment.

He approached Jessica without a hint of urgency, his eyes scanning the scene.

The handsome stranger straightened slightly, as though sensing the unspoken authority Ross carried.

Jessicaʼs tense expression softened the moment she saw her husband.

Relief flooded her, and she instinctively reached for one of the drinks Ross held, her fingers brushing against his.

Ross glanced at the stranger briefly, his expression unreadable, before turning his full attention to Jessica.

”Everything all right here?” he asked casually, his voice calm but carrying an undertone that hinted he was ready to intervene if needed.

”No, itʼs fine, Ross. Letʼs just go,” Jessica said, her voice steady but tense.

She grabbed Rossʼs arm and began to pull him away, her grip firm as though trying to physically distance them from danger.

A shadow of fear flickered in her eyes, and Ross, perceptive as always, noticed it immediately.

Jessica couldnʼt shake the memories that surfaced—memories of Aylaʼs ex-boyfriend, Kevin, and the terrible fate he met after crossing paths with Ross.

Her chest tightened, and a cold shiver ran down her spine.

She didnʼt want another innocent soul to suffer tonight, not because of her.

Unfortunately, fate wasnʼt so kind.

”Hey, man. Can I offer you something?” The handsome strangerʼs voice called out, stopping Ross in his tracks.

Ross turned his head, one brow arching in curiosity as he sized up the man.

”Oh? And what might that be?” he asked, a faint smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

The man stepped closer, his expression casual yet confident, and raised his phone to show Ross a photo.

It was a picture of an incredibly beautiful woman, her alluring smile practically glowing from the screen.

”I want us to exchange women tonight,” the man said, his tone as though he were discussing a casual business deal.

”What do you say to that?”

Rossʼs expression remained neutral, but Jessica stiffened beside him, her hand clutching his arm tighter.

”This here is my girl,” the handsome man continued, holding his phone higher for Ross to inspect.

”You can have her for tonight. We can use separate rooms if you want, or... we could share a room. Personally, Iʼd prefer we share—itʼs more fun that way. But hey, if youʼre shy or self-conscious about your size, Iʼm fine with separate rooms too.” The man grinned, clearly pleased with his offer.

Ross glanced at the picture on the phone for a moment before shaking his head, a faint chuckle escaping his lips.

His laughter grew as he turned back to face the man.

”Iʼll admit, your girlfriend is beautiful,” Ross began, his voice dripping with amusement, ”but let me let you in on a little secret.” He gestured toward Jessica, who stood beside him and cupped a handful of her sexy ass from behind and squeezed, her cheeks flushed with even more beauty and embarrassment.

”My wife right here, Jessica, is obviously far more beautiful than the woman in your picture. But thatʼs not all.”

Ross leaned in slightly, lowering his voice, though the edge in his tone was unmistakable.

”Tonight is our honeymoon, and Jessica here happens to be a virgin bride. So, no deal.”

He straightened up, laughing as he placed a protective arm around Jessicaʼs shoulders.

”Do yourself a favor: go back to your hotel room, jack off, and keep dreaming about touching my wife. Thatʼs the closest youʼll ever get.”

With that, Ross turned on his heel and walked away, his laughter echoing behind him.

The man stood frozen, his mouth agape, utterly stunned by Rossʼs bold words and complete dismissal.

Jessica clung to Ross as they left, her heart racing.

”You really know how to handle people like that, donʼt you?” she murmured, half in relief, half in admiration.

Ross smirked, glancing down at her.

”People like him? Theyʼre easy. Just donʼt give them an inch, and they fall apart.”

Jessica couldnʼt help but smile. With Ross by her side, she felt safe—even when the world tried its best to test them.

The two returned to their private room, the air between them charged with unspoken anticipation.

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They talked for a while, sharing stories and laughter to ease the tension.

Tonight, they were finally going to take that step, and Jessica couldnʼt hide her nervousness.

Her hands fidgeted with the hem of her dress, and though she smiled at Rossʼs jokes, there was a faraway look in her eyes.

Jessica had grown fond of Ross over their time together—enjoying his charm, his confidence, and the way he always seemed to take control of every situation.

But could she say she loved him yet?

The answer wasnʼt so simple.

Deep down, she hoped that tonight would be the beginning of something deeper, something that would bind her to him the way it had with Ayla.

She had seen firsthand how much Ayla adored Ross now, and Jessica couldnʼt help but feel a spark of excitement at the thought of fully joining the ”wife party,” as she secretly called it.

To ease her nerves, she and Ross shared food, drinks, and laughter on the bed, his warm presence slowly breaking down her walls.

He had a way of making her feel both comfortable and desired, and she found herself relaxing as the evening unfolded.

But then—

Click.

The unmistakable sound of the door unlocking shattered the moment.

Both of them turned toward the source of the noise, their conversation dying mid-sentence.

The door creaked open, and a gang of men filed in, their faces alight with a sinister mix of excitement and malice.

There were nearly a dozen of them, their presence filling the room with an oppressive tension.

One of the men locked the door behind them, the sharp click echoing like a grim punctuation mark.

Jessica froze, her breath hitching in her throat.

The menʼs intentions were painfully clear from the dirty gleam in their eyes and the way they looked at her and Ross.

Ross, however, didnʼt flinch. His expression turned icy, his previously relaxed demeanor vanishing in an instant.

He set down his drink with deliberate calmness and stood, his broad shoulders shielding Jessica from view as he positioned himself between her and the intruders.