Evil MC's NTR Harem-Chapter 566 - Tea

"I don't know if I get your drift, Althea."

Cate's voice was light, teasing even, but inside, she was anything but indifferent. She hadn't given a final answer yet, though the temptation clawed at her, sinking in deeper with every passing second.

These last few days had been a blur of stolen glances, lingering touches, and the undeniable heat in Ross's gaze. She knew she should have reined herself in, should have kept her distance—but she didn't.

She couldn't.

The truth was, she had spent every moment watching him, drawn to him in a way that defied logic. And it wasn't just her imagination—everyone noticed.

Even she was shocked by how blatant her flirting had become, how naturally it came when it was Ross.

"I'm sure you do," Althea murmured, her voice low and knowing. "Come to our car after the party. Leave yours—you won't be needing it this weekend."

Then, just like that, she was gone, vanishing into the crowd, leaving Cate standing there, heart pounding.

But not for long.

"What was that about?" Someone asked thereafter.

Cate turned to find Richard watching her, his expression laced with curiosity. A man, through and through—his gaze had been glued to the most beautiful women on set all evening.

And tonight, those women were Althea and Cate.

"Nothing," Cate said with a practiced smile, smoothly diverting the conversation.

But inside, she was anything but calm.

As the hours passed and the party wound down, she wrestled with herself, with the warring voices in her head.

One told her to walk away, to go home, to forget this ever happened. The other told her to stay.

And when the moment finally came, when the music faded and the last guests trickled out, she found herself making a choice.

Her feet moved on their own, not toward her car, but toward someone else's.

"This is stupid," she muttered under her breath, her fingers curling into fists.

She should turn around. She should go home.

But she didn't.

Anger burned in her chest—not at Ross, not at Althea, but at herself. How could she be so weak? She had always prided herself on control, on being untouchable in the face of temptation.

She had turned down so many before. Dirty old men who thought their money could buy her. Co-stars who mistook politeness for interest and whispered indecent proposals in her ear.

Every single time, she had rejected them without a second thought.

But not Ross.

This time was different.

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There was something about him, something that made her heart race, made her skin prickle, made her forget who she was supposed to be. A pull stronger than reason, stronger than morality.

And she knew—deep down—that if she walked away now, she would regret it.

"Or maybe I'm just a little slut," she whispered, a bitter smile curving her lips.

For a fleeting moment, an image of her husband flashed in her mind—his kind eyes, his steady presence. The life she had built with him. The promises she had made.

Then, she shoved it all away.

She would rather die than let him find out what was about to happen tonight.

With trembling legs and a racing heart, Cate finally reached Ross's car.

She found him with his wife, Althea, waiting for her as if they had known all along that she would come. Neither of them looked surprised to see her.

If anything, there was a glint of amusement in their eyes, as if this moment had been inevitable from the start.

"Come on in, Cate. We have a long night ahead of us," Ross said smoothly, his deep voice carrying a quiet authority that sent a shiver down her spine.

Cate hesitated, gripping the strap of her purse tightly as her pulse pounded in her ears. She cast a quick glance around, scanning the now-empty parking lot.

The party was over, the lights inside the venue dimmed, and the last of the guests had long since disappeared into the night.

No one saw her.

Or at least, she hoped no one did.

Swallowing down the last remnants of her doubt, she reached for the handle and pulled the door open, stepping inside.

The moment she did, the world outside ceased to exist.

The interior of the vehicle was just as extravagant as she expected—no, even more. This wasn't just a car; it was a mobile palace.

Plush leather seats, ambient lighting, a minibar stocked with expensive liquor, and sleek, modern furnishings that screamed money.

This was the kind of luxury that only someone like Ross could afford—because with him, nothing was ever small, nothing was ever simple.

Cate settled into the spacious seating area, her fingers smoothing over the buttery leather as she tried to ground herself.

She had been in motorhomes like this before—trailers meant for top-billed actors to rest between shoots, fitted with every comfort imaginable.

But this wasn't just any motorhome.

This one belonged to Ross.

And Ross never did anything by halves.

The vehicle rumbled to life as he started the engine, pulling away from the venue. Silence stretched between them, thick and weighted, broken only by the soft hum of the tires against the road.

Cate stole a glance at him, his hands gripping the wheel, his gaze fixed ahead with an expression that was unreadable, yet commanding in a way that made her stomach flip.

She shifted in her seat, feeling suddenly restless.

It was Althea who broke the silence.

With a slow, knowing smile, she turned toward Cate, her eyes glinting in the dim lighting. "I knew you had it in you to be bold and brave," she mused, her voice smooth as silk.

"But after tonight? I doubt your husband will ever be able to satisfy you again."

Cate blinked, her breath hitching in her throat.

Althea leaned in slightly, her lips curving in a way that sent a wave of heat creeping up Cate's neck. "Your pussy will be craving Ross's cock alone in no time."