Harem app

Alice’s POV

I was so nervous that I woke up in the middle of the night. My hand was shaking, and I couldn’t stabilize my breathing at all, as I thought about the fact that, on that day, I was going on a date with Liam.

For a moment, I even regretted agreeing to it. The plan to prove that Amelia’s boyfriend was actually a jerk seemed like a terrible idea.

Especially considering my track record with dates. I always failed in absolutely every case. Even when the guys tried and seemed genuinely interested, things never worked out.

At least not with the people I chose to go out with. Maybe the problem was picking the wrong people? Well, I didn’t have a friend to discuss this with to know if my decision was the right one.

And my chest kept racing. Honestly, I thought I was going to die from nervousness.

Still, I decided to get up for good and start getting ready. It was three in the morning, and our date started at four in the afternoon, but I decided it was already time to start getting ready.

That’s because the day before, I spent hours trying to choose which outfit to wear. And after being completely unable to choose, I went to the first store with fancy/sexy clothes, and I took the saleswoman’s recommendation.

I usually preferred to wear clothes that didn’t accentuate my curves or anything like that. That said, I really wanted things to go right this time, and I believed Liam was actually a pervert who would be easily conquered by the female body.

Moreover, the older I got, the weirder it would be to be a virgin. Of course, I knew men liked that, but not having any sexual experience made me feel like there was a whole world I didn’t know.

Every time the girls from the volleyball team talked about this kind of thing, I felt a strong ache in my chest, feeling completely excluded.

And believe me, they talked about it all the time.

Maybe the rumor that athletes have a higher libido was actually true. And maybe I was just the odd one out in the group.

Either way, because of all that, I chose a very provocative dress and decided to leave the house. I should mention, it wasn’t even noon yet when I left, but I was already ready and didn’t want to be late.

Besides, both my mom and dad had left last night without telling each other anything. And I knew that would probably end in a fight. So I preferred to just stay far away.

I wondered how much longer their marriage would last.

Once again, my chest tightened with anxiety as I thought about my future. Everything seemed to be falling apart before my eyes.

So, as soon as I left the house, I regretted my dress choice. Everyone seemed to stare at me, and it gave me chills. Plus, it was slightly chilly that day, or maybe it was just my body trembling from fear, not cold.

I paced back and forth. My heart pounded hard, and I couldn’t calm down. The wait, which felt endless, dragged on and on.

To make things worse, I got a text from my mom telling me not to come home. The worst part was that I had already lied to her, saying I’d spend the night at a friend’s place. After all, I needed an alibi in case things actually progressed with Liam.

The problem now was that I had to figure out where to spend the night. And, of course, I didn’t actually have a friend I could stay with.

I kept pacing. Thump! Thump! Thump! My heart wouldn’t stop racing. I had never felt so nervous before.

And he didn’t show up. Maybe because I arrived too early? Well, even after the agreed time, he still wasn’t there.

But I kept waiting, my chest tightening. Maybe he had decided to find a better option. After all, I was just a boring girl.

The thought nearly brought tears to my eyes, but I forced myself not to cry in public.

Then, he sent me a message. I sighed in relief when I found out he was just running late.

A short while later, he was there, standing in front of me.

He stared at me for a long time. Or maybe just a few moments. To me, it felt like an eternity. His eyes studied my face and, of course, my body.

I wondered if he liked what he saw. He didn’t say anything, and not only that, unlike the others, who kept staring at my dress and body, after a few moments, he was only looking at my face.

Maybe he simply didn’t find me attractive enough? I didn’t know the answer, but for the rest of the day, he would only look me in the eyes.

The date went like most of my dates. Nothing seemed to go right, and my chest kept tightening. In fact, I was more nervous than in any other case.

However, it seemed like he was having fun, which calmed me down a little. His presence was pleasant, hard to explain, but I liked it.

For a moment, my chest filled with joy when he mentioned visiting the exhibit about the history of Egypt, Sumeria, and the Akkadian Empire that was happening at the mall.

Everyone knows that malls have exhibits about extremely specific topics that only a history nerd like me would love. Well, this is a novel, and some things have to happen.

I got extremely excited and started talking to him about it; I simply couldn’t contain my enthusiasm. For a moment, thinking about my hobbies made me forget about the nervousness.

However, I quickly regretted it. What if he thought I was weird? Besides, no one likes people who talk too much, right?

I decided to stay quiet and wait to see what he said. Luckily, he still had a beautiful smile on his face, so I believed things weren’t going that badly.

In fact, that smile was so beautiful... My heart raced, but for a different reason. He really would be the perfect boyfriend if only he...

My moment of reflection, my peaceful moment, was shattered by the sudden intrusion of a group of people I knew. In particular, the leader of the group was a guy I had gone out with before. He studied with me, but we hadn’t spoken in a long time.

That said, he always enjoyed making the occasional mean-spirited joke at my expense. And this was the worst possible day for me to run into him. I really didn’t want Liam to see how pathetic I was.

Yet, surprisingly, he chose to defend me against that group, even though they were clearly more popular than I was.

Not only that, he made them run away in fear. My heart raced, and my body grew warm; there was something deeply sexy about the way he could instill fear in others.

I couldn’t deny that I felt safer around him, especially knowing he could protect me like that.

And I couldn’t resist the urge to get closer. I wanted to feel his warmth and wished he could feel mine. So, I wrapped my arms around his and pressed my breasts against him.

Still, he didn’t seem to want to pay attention to me. Or rather, he did pay attention. He even listened to my long speeches and explanations about every object in that exhibit. But not once did his gaze drop to my cleavage or my ass. I wondered if he simply had no interest in me.

However that didn’t seem to be the case. He looked at my face and eyes with genuine admiration and even complimented me now and then. And, as I said, he listened to me like no one ever had.

It was almost as if he was genuinely interested in me, not caring at all about my body, just about who I was.

And I couldn’t help but feel he was the perfect man. At the same time, I tried to push that thought away. How could I fall for someone who was cheating on his girlfriend?

That said, it was impossible to suppress the desire burning inside me. I wanted him to look at me, to see how sexy I was...I couldn’t fall in love, but one night?

I wanted him to take me. I couldn’t deny it. I’d always dreamed of my first time being special, with the right person, someone I’d love for the rest of my life. But I was starting to give up on that fantasy. And I wasn’t sure I’d ever find a better man than

”It was no wonder he always attracted so many looks, so many women. He could probably have anyone he wanted, and yet here he was on a date with me. Thinking about it made my heart race and made me want him even more.

So, when we finally headed to the pool, I was thrilled I’d chosen such a sexy bikini. Even though I was mortified to be out in public with it, I’d do anything to make him look at me. I really wanted him to see me, even if just for that one day.

But as soon as I stepped out of the women’s changing room, my chest tightened again. That’s when I saw him talking to another woman.

She was unbelievably sexy, absolutely stunning, with curves I could never hope to have. She looked older than me, maybe in her 30s, blending the best of both worlds: flawless, youthful skin with the maturity and voluptuousness of an older woman.

Her hair was gorgeous, her gaze steady and confident. How could I possibly compare to her? Was this a joke? Every man at that pool watched him with envy. After all, this stunning beauty, who ignored everyone else and carried herself like she was untouchable, was giving him her attention. How could I ever compete?”