Evil MC's NTR Harem

Maya stood up from her table, exuding a calm, unshakeable confidence as she walked over to meet Ross in the middle of the room.

Her eyes were steady, her steps purposeful. She was utterly unafraid, facing him with the kind of poise that came from both strength and experience.

Her impressive frame nearly dwarfed him; she was statuesque, with a powerful, sculpted build that carried an almost regal beauty.

Standing side by side, she looked twice as solid as Ross, yet every bit as graceful.

In contrast, he seemed almost boyish next to her—lean and wiry, like a younger brother beside his striking, formidable sister.

And yet, there was something intriguing about the way they stood together, as if each of their strengths complemented the other's.

"Guess I'll need to bulk up if I don't want people to laugh when I'm with you," Ross said, his voice laced with humor as he flashed her an easy grin.

Maya's lips quirked slightly, though her gaze stayed sharp, watching him with a curious intensity.

Maya raised an eyebrow at his remark, noticing the gleam in his eyes.

She was no stranger to playful banter, but something about the way he looked at her made her pulse quicken, too.

There was an undeniable spark between them, something simmering just beneath the surface.

She couldn't ignore the memory that flashed through her mind—a memory of the day she'd spied on Ross for Ryan.

She had watched him from afar, and in that moment, she'd gotten an accidental glimpse of his physique in a way that had left a lasting impression.

He was lean, yes, but powerful, and she'd caught sight of him in all his glory, his toned body and a well-endowed cock that was impossible to forget.

Even now, the memory made her pulse race slightly faster.

"How did you get in, and why are you here?" Maya repeated, her voice holding an edge of suspicion, though she couldn't ignore the heat rising within her as Ross's gaze traveled over her.

He met her question with a slight smirk, his eyes openly admiring her form in a way that felt both bold and unapologetic.

There was something so unabashed about it, as if he had no intention of hiding his appreciation.

Maya was used to attention—it had been a constant presence in her life since she was young.

She'd grown accustomed to it, indifferent to the predictable charms and rehearsed lines men would use to catch her interest.

Boys at school had tried to impress her, men in her career had attempted to charm her, and even wealthy billionaires had pursued her, each thinking they could be the one to break through her carefully maintained defenses.

Ross leaned slightly closer, his eyes never leaving hers, and she felt her heart pick up speed. There was an energy between them, a charged silence that seemed to fill the space.

His gaze held a kind of confidence she wasn't used to, almost as if he knew the effect he was having on her and was daring her to respond.

Ross lifted his chin, his lips curling into a slow, mischievous smile that sent a ripple of anticipation through the room.

"I don't usually answer questions from people who break into my space, you know. And maybe I'd like to see what's hidden behind your clothes, Maya—just to return the favor, of course."

In that moment, Maya realized something that made her blood run cold: Ross knew. He knew she had been spying on him and Natalie, watching from afar with intentions she'd thought were hidden.

Her heart skipped a beat, but she was quick to recover, her gaze hardening, her lips twitching into a dangerous smile.

"Heh… just try it, and I'll break that smug face of yours so badly that your girlfriends won't even recognize you," she replied, her voice low and full of menace. There was no hesitation in her words. She knew her strength, and she wasn't afraid to use it.

But Ross was unmoved, if anything more amused by her threat. This was a man who didn't shy away from danger, a man who thrived on challenge.

He looked at her with a knowing glint in his eye, his grin widening as he took in her defiance. He leaned back, relaxed but exuding a quiet power that was impossible to ignore.

"Let's see if you can keep up that confidence by the time tonight is over," he said, his voice dripping with a subtle menace of his own.

Instead of moving closer, he turned to a nearby table, where he poured himself a cup of coffee with an infuriatingly casual air.

Lifting the cup to his lips, he took a slow, deliberate sip, his gaze fixed on her the whole time.

It was as if he was savoring not only the coffee but also the tension simmering between them, building with each second.

"Humans have limited needs," he said, his voice smooth, "but their wants… those are as infinite as the stars."

Maya watched him, her heartbeat quickening as she tried to decipher his intentions.

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But then, Ross shifted his gaze, his expression sharpening as he fixed her with an unyielding stare.

"Maya Pierce. I can give you what your heart truly desires," he said softly, each word deliberate, carrying a weight that held her captive. "I happen to know you've been searching for your brother's killer for years. And it just so happens that I have access to some very valuable information that could help you in your quest."

For a brief moment, Maya's calm exterior cracked. The shock was unmistakable, a glimmer in her eyes that betrayed how deeply his words had struck her.

Her brother's murder was the single most painful, unresolved part of her life, something she had kept buried beneath layers of resilience and ambition.

She had spent years chasing dead ends, following shadows, and she had come to accept that she might never find the answers she sought.

This was the reason why she became a private detective after all.

But here was Ross, standing before her, claiming he held the very information she had dreamed of for so long.

Her mind raced, torn between suspicion and desperation.

She didn't want to trust him—didn't want to believe that this man, whose motives she could barely begin to understand, actually held the key to something so precious.

And yet, she couldn't shake the thought: what if he was telling the truth?

Ross observed her, clearly reveling in the impact of his revelation. He took another sip of his coffee, allowing her a moment to process, to wrestle with the decision that loomed before her.

"I could help you, Maya," he said finally, his voice soft but insistent. "All you have to do is say yes."

Maya's mind reeled as she fought to regain control, but the flicker of hope he had ignited within her was undeniable.

She looked at him, caught between anger and the undeniable pull of his offer.

"And what would you want in return?" she asked, her voice barely more than a whisper, betraying the vulnerability she had tried so hard to hide.

Ross's smile widened, his eyes glinting with a dangerous light. "That," he replied smoothly, "is the fun part. We'll have to discuss the terms, of course. But I promise it'll be worth it."

Maya took a breath, steadying herself. She could feel the trap closing in around her, yet the temptation was too great to ignore.

She could walk away, pretend this conversation had never happened, hold onto her pride.

Or she could take a risk—trust this devilish man in front of her, this man who seemed to know her darkest secrets.

After a long silence, she met his gaze, her own eyes hard and unflinching.

"Tell me what you know," she said, her voice laced with resolve. "And don't you dare lie to me."