Chapter 359: Bag Of Meat
In the living room, there were five individuals: I, Martha, Sophie, Isabella, and Nadia.
Since backing away when I first went to meet Martha, Nadia had found comfort in the driver’s seat of the Rolls-Royce, a very comfortable location if you asked anyone who had been in one.
Even after I departed the milf’s abode and relocated to the house next door with her, Nadia had remained put.
When Sophie and Isabella appeared, she had followed them into the house, and while this decision eluded me, it was worth noting that Nadia who had moved herself to the side of the wall, her presence threatening to fade from our senses, balked at the words that left Martha’s lips.
Focusing on cajoling my Latina baby, my guard had been down against any sort of attack from Martha, and for some seconds, my brain went dead after she spoke.
When the shock caused by the milf’s words wore off, all eyes snapped to me, and while Sophie’s gaze sought understanding, feelings of betrayal bubbled off Isabella.
"Why is she so volatile today?"
I was still wondering about Isabella’s emotional state when a strong tremor went through her.
There was a spike of rage within her, but proving me wrong, rather than bark or get physical, she pushed to her feet and made for the door.
"Stop."
The word resounded throughout the room, a dominating energy spreading out.
Respect for the order wasn’t asked, it was demanded. There was consequence for those who failed to follow orders, but none of the victims were aware of this, as none dared rebel.
"Novice tricks."
Easily shrugging off the pressure that weighed on me, I looked at its architect, the milf throwing a smile my way.
Saying nothing, Martha turned to the petrified brunette and invited her.
"Turn, come sit here, sweetie."
Everyone’s gaze moved to the two as the sound of Martha tapping the space beside her on the couch reached us.
"No, thank you."
"Oh, still so much faith in him? I thought you had labelled him as scum in your head, honey."
Isabella frowned, but without even looking at me, she put up a brave front.
"He’s not scum."
"So then why are you marching out of here at the mention of me becoming his wife?"
Isabella was lost for words, and Martha, taking her penetrating gaze off the young woman, shrugged.
"Go take a seat wherever you wish. I have a few words to say."
Immediately, Isabella made her way to me, the woman too embarrassed to look me in the eye. Then she joined us in watching Martha.
"Daddyyy!!" Martha drawled as she stood to her feet and looked at me, her tone sending warmth through everyone.
When I nodded, giving the woman permission, she looked the three other women in the eyes and spoke.
"In case you’re yet to figure it out, within this room is one of the most perverted men on the planet, and every female in this room has been added to his hit list.
What I mean is that he wishes to fuck you all—that is, if he hasn’t already.
If there is anyone here offended by his thought process, please raise your hand."
Several seconds passed, and after seeing no hand raised, she continued.
"You all seem to already know each other, so I’ll introduce myself and you’ll follow after.
Martha Taylor. My daughter’s name is Valera Taylor, and you can be sure that Daddy has been pounding her for the past weeks."
There was no drastic reaction from any of the women, and Martha continued with a small chuckle.
"Not much surprise here. Guess that won’t be a problem..."
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When Martha suddenly made known the fact that we would be getting married to the group of women, I feared her rebellious streak had surged back up.
I didn’t make my fears known. Instead, I watched her, wanting to confirm before I then went to rage at the system.
It had promised me a period within which I didn’t have to look over my shoulders with the woman, me having to even undertake a mission as a price for its help.
"It’s been quite helpful recently. Too helpful, even."
Rather than be a headache, as I rested on the couch—Sophie’s fat butt resting on my thighs and my hands idly sinking into her cheeks—I smiled as the woman had everyone introduce themselves, using all her charms to establish her dominance in my harem.
My harem.
I had never really pondered the question of who should lead my harem, and maybe it was because, subconsciously, I always knew Martha would take the reins. The woman was just too stubborn.
Leaving the women to their chat, I stepped out of the room, heading upstairs to draw up my plans for the following days.
Especially today—I had spent a good amount of my time fucking, but without doubt, I still had a lot on my plate.
There was Mr. God, whom I had no leads on, Mia and Lia, Albert’s one-time wives, whom I had a challenges with. Let’s not forget Dina and Amber, I might have left the bulk of the problem to Denise, but it could not be ignored that the First Lady, Jennifer Clove, had set her sights on me due to her desire for my POA.
It was numbing, the number of issues waiting for me, and I had just stepped into my room to sit before my computer and get a look at the market when my phone began vibrating in my pocket.
The sound of my phone ringing echoed throughout the room, and as I reached for it bringing it to my ear, I kept my gaze focused on the wall to the side of the bed, just beside the headboard.
"Hello."
"Hello, Marcus, it’s me, Ninja Momma." An energetic voice sounded.
"I see you’ve taken a liking to the name."
"Not really, I’m just in a good mood."
"Can I then assume that you have good news for me?"
"No," the woman answered in a flat tone, the joy it previously contained vanishing.
"Well, before you continue, there is a bag of meat standing by my window. Do you know anything about this?"