Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 656 Spotlight

Sashaʼs heart skipped. His reply came so quickly, so smoothly, it was as if he had been waiting. Like he knew sheʼd eventually crack.

They began messaging. Light at first. Casual. But then came the call, and after that, another meeting.

Then another. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, they fell into a pattern. It wasnʼt a relationship. It wasnʼt anything official.

But there was something magnetic between them—an unspoken pull.

He never reached out first. It was always her who initiated.

But Ross never hesitated to respond. When she called, he came.

When she asked, he said yes. And every time they met, it felt more dangerous than the last.

He never tried to sleep with her again—not yet—but his touches lingered.

His voice was low and rich when he spoke to her, as if every word was laced with hidden meaning.

And his eyes—God, his eyes—made her feel naked every time they landed on her.

She told herself she had the upper hand. That she was in control.

But it was a lie.

Because she couldnʼt stop thinking about him. About his kiss. About the way his hands fit around her waist like they were made for it.

And more than anything, she couldnʼt stop thinking about what it would be like to let him have her.

Sasha had never given herself to anyone. Not for lack of offers.

Not for lack of opportunity. But because, deep down, sheʼd always wanted her first time to mean something.

She wanted it to be more than just heat and urgency.

She wanted it to be with someone who saw her—not just her body, but everything she was.

Ross saw her. Or at least, he looked at her like he did. And that scared her.

Because maybe… just maybe… he could be the one to make her lose herself completely.

Sashaʼs fingers danced over her phone screen as she sent Ross a message.

It was casual at first—just a lighthearted chat, a shared meme, a flirty comment—but it wasnʼt long before they agreed to meet again.

A few hours later, the two sat across from each other at a cozy little diner, the conversation flowing more easily this time.

After dinner, they headed to the movies, sitting close but never quite touching, each silently aware of the growing tension between them.

The weekend after, Ross didnʼt reach out. He wasnʼt playing games—he simply didnʼt feel the need to chase.

Not to his surprise, Sasha called him instead. Her voice was soft but direct as she asked if he wanted to hang out again.

He said yes without hesitation. And just like that, another date happened. Then another. And another.

Over the course of the next few months, the pattern continued. He never called her.

It was always her who reached out first.

They explored new restaurants, strolled through parks, and lingered in coffee shops until closing.

People mightʼve assumed they were a couple, but neither of them had ever defined it.

Despite the flirtation, Ross never pushed for more.

He didnʼt initiate any physical intimacy—not a kiss, not even holding hands.

He was warm and charming, always engaged in conversation, but never crossed that invisible line. Ross wasnʼt in any hurry.

With a household full of beautiful wives who could satisfy his every carnal desire, he didnʼt need Sasha for that.

But Sasha… Sasha was different.

She was still a virgin, and whether she admitted it to herself or not, her body ached for something she didnʼt fully understand.

The sexual tension between them hung heavy in the air during every date, every lingering glance, every moment when their hands brushed just a little too long.

She laughed easily around Ross, felt safe and seen with him, but part of her was beginning to crave more—something deeper, more intimate.

Something she had never experienced before.

Ross, for all his self-control, wasnʼt blind to it.

He could feel it in the way she looked at him, the way her voice softened when they were alone, how she sometimes paused just a beat too long before saying goodbye.

Still, he kept his distance. Whether it was out of respect, caution, or simply patience, he didnʼt act on the desire simmering between them.

And then, one day, something unexpected happened.

They had just finished another peaceful afternoon at the local park.

The sun was dipping low, casting a golden glow over the world, when a voice rang out—sharp, angry, and unmistakably directed at them.

”Sasha? What the fuck are you doing with that guy?!”

Ross turned calmly toward the source of the voice.

A tall, handsome man stormed up to them, his jaw clenched and fists balled at his sides. He looked furious.

Sasha froze, her eyes wide in shock. Her mouth opened slightly, but no words came out.

There was no mistaking the manʼs identity—this was Sashaʼs official boyfriend.

And suddenly, the easy rhythm they had fallen into shattered in an instant.

”Iʼm her date,” Ross said, his tone calm and composed, as if the situation didnʼt faze him in the slightest.

His eyes met Wesleyʼs with unwavering confidence, his hands casually tucked into his coat pockets.

It wasnʼt bravado—it was certainty.

Wesley took a step forward, his face darkening with rage.

”The fuck you are,” he spat, his voice low and dangerous.

The tension in the air thickened instantly.

Sasha stood frozen between the two men, caught like a deer in headlights.

Her eyes darted from Ross to Wesley, panic rising in her chest.

This wasnʼt how sheʼd imagined things coming to light—not like this, not so violently, not so soon.

Wesley was no stranger to jealousy, but this was different.

He wasnʼt just angry—he was humiliated.

The realization hit him like a freight train: while he had believed himself to be her boyfriend, while heʼd been trusting, waiting, thinking she was just busy… another man had been quietly slipping into her life. Into her heart.

And not just any man—Ross Oakley. The guy everyone talked about. The one with money, charm, status.

The one who always seemed untouchable.

The same Ross who had gone viral more than once, who had women fawning over him online and off.

Of course Wesley recognized him. Who wouldnʼt?