Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 891
Chapter 891: Chapter 891 Muted
“Come on, Sarah, just one glass and that’s it,” a beautiful woman urged, leaning close with a mischievous grin.
“Look at us—we’re all drunk already. Don’t be such a killjoy. Join us. One glass, that’s all.”
The woman wasn’t just anyone.
She was one of the famed “Big Three” female managers in Ross’s company—high-ranking, influential, and notorious for knowing exactly how to bend situations to her favor.
When she spoke, people listened. And when she coaxed, resistance often melted away.
Tonight, her charm was on full display, her words slipping into Sarah’s ears with practiced ease.
Sarah exhaled softly, caught between refusal and submission.
Dozens of eyes were on her, waiting for her answer, and the weight of that attention pressed down heavily.
She straightened her posture, smoothing a strand of blonde hair behind her ear.
“Okay…” she finally said, her voice quieter than she intended. “One glass. That’s it.”
A small cheer rippled through the group, lighthearted but telling.
The men’s gazes grew sharper, more focused, as though they had been granted a rare treat.
Sarah was used to this. She had grown up knowing the effect she had on people.
Her blue eyes—bright, expressive, and unguarded—seemed to reach into souls.
Her hair, a cascade of golden silk, caught the light like threads of fire.
And her figure… even when she tried to downplay it, her body drew attention in ways she could never control.
Marriage had not changed that. If anything, it had only made her more alluring in the eyes of men.
The ring on her finger seemed less a barrier and more a challenge to those who desired her.
The whispers, the indecent proposals, the “accidental” brushes of contact—they never stopped.
And in truth, nights like this made them bolder.
She reached for the glass.
The liquid inside shimmered under the ballroom lights, catching every shade of amber.
For a brief second, Sarah hesitated, her reflection staring back at her from the polished surface.
Then, with a decisive tilt of her wrist, she brought it to her lips.
The drink was smooth yet sharp, burning lightly down her throat. She didn’t sip.
She didn’t pace herself.
Instead, she emptied it in a single elegant motion, setting the glass back on the table with a quiet thud.
The crowd responded instantly.
Applause, whistles, playful cheers—it was all in good fun, but Sarah could feel the weight behind it.
Their gazes lingered too long, their smiles stretched too wide.
She felt the heat rising in her cheeks, unsure if it was from the alcohol or the intensity of their attention.
“One more!” someone shouted, laughter following the words. Another voice chimed in, “She drinks like a queen!”
Sarah raised a hand quickly, shaking her head. “No. That’s enough. I said one glass.” Her tone was firm, but her heart was racing faster than she wanted to admit.
The manager who had coaxed her leaned closer, her perfume sweet and intoxicating. “Oh, Sarah… you make it sound like a crime to have a little fun. It’s just one more. Nobody here will judge you.”
Sarah bit her lip, her resolve wavering under the mix of alcohol and peer pressure.
She glanced around.
Every pair of eyes seemed locked on her, waiting, hungry—not just for the drink, but for what the drink might lead to.
And deep down, she knew it. Parties like this were dangerous.
One glass was never just one glass.
The night was still young, and temptation was only just beginning to stir.
And true to Sarah’s guess, the requests for her to drink did not stop after that first glass.
One became two, two became three, and before she realized it, the bitter sting of alcohol no longer burned her throat.
Instead, the liquid tasted almost sweet—like waters from the heavens themselves.
The warmth spread through her chest and into her limbs, leaving her cheeks flushed and her mind light.
It was liberating, intoxicating in more ways than one, and Sarah found herself laughing more freely, swaying to the rhythm of the music, and clapping along as the group danced and sang.
Many of the men present kept eyeing her, some even trying to make their way closer, but they never got far.
The three female managers—Ross’s so-called “Big Three Goddess Managers”—were sharper than they looked, and they positioned themselves like elegant guardians around her.
With their beauty, wit, and status in the company, none of the men dared challenge them.
Sarah felt safer because of it and thought, perhaps, she would get through this night without incident.
But safety was fleeting.
One of the Big Three leaned in suddenly, her perfume thick in Sarah’s nose, and spoke with a playful yet pointed tone.
“Sarah, it’s the big boss’s birthday today. Why don’t you give him a kiss? Everyone knows Ross is fond of beautiful women. Make this day count—don’t let him forget you.”
Sarah froze, her laughter dying on her lips. “I… I don’t think I can do that,” she said quickly. Her words were firm, but her voice trembled.
It was exactly because Ross was known for appreciating beauty that she avoided him as much as possible.
Yes, he was powerful, wealthy, and strikingly handsome, but that only made him more dangerous.
While there had never been rumors of Ross crossing the line with his female employees, Sarah had no intention of being the first whisper in the wind.
But the manager pressed, tilting her head and giving Sarah a coaxing smile.
“Do it, Sarah, or we’ll lose face in front of Ross. I promised him a big surprise tonight. Just one kiss, nothing more. What harm could it do?”
Sarah’s heart sank.
“I really can’t…” she whispered again, clutching her glass as if it were an anchor.
But her protests only drew in the other two managers.
They flanked her, laughing, teasing, and cajoling, their voices like silk ropes tightening around her.
One took her hand, another stroked her hair playfully, while the third kept whispering about how important it was to “give face” to the boss.