One week later, someone in the group finally reached her breaking point.
Mary had been holding back for what felt like an eternity. She had admired Ross from a distance, basking in the fleeting moments of his attention, but she craved more.
It wasn't just desire—it was a longing to matter to him in a way that no one else did.
Yet, she couldn't simply throw herself at him, not when his harem girls were always around, doting on him like queens serving their king.
Their circumstances didn't make things easier. She and Ross attended different schools, and their time together was limited to the evenings.
Even then, Ross was always preoccupied with his harem, leaving Mary to occupy a corner of his world where she often felt forgotten.
She spent night after night lying alone, trying to suppress the jealousy and yearning that gnawed at her. But the ache in her heart—and in her body—refused to be ignored.
Tonight, that was going to change.
