Page 15 of Trapped In His Harem

“Does she feel the same way?”

I think for a moment.

“It seems like it,” I say slowly. “Jasmine’s a nice girl. She goes to school, and has good values. I don’t think she’d try to take advantage of my feelings for her.”

“Well, there’s only one way to find out,” Jake winks.

“And that is?”

“Propose to her, but make her sign a pre-nup,” he says like this conversation is totally normal. “If she agrees to an onerous pre-nup, then you’ll know she’s not after your money.” A flame of anger flares up inside me again at his utter disrespect towards Jasmine, the sanctity of marriage, and really to his lack of basic human decency.

“Are you fucking serious? I didn’t say anything about marriage,” I snap.

“I didn’t say anything about marriage either,” retorts Jake. “Just a pre-nup and a proposal. No one says that you have to actually tie the knot.”

I merely snort.

“I’m not going to use the prospect of marriage to “test” Jasmine. I’m sorry, but that’s fucked up.”

Jake shrugs.

“It’s just an idea,” he replies, holding up his hands. “So what are you going to do then?” he adds in a more serious tone. “If you’re not sleeping with any of the women in your harem, will you still keep them around?”

I shrug, but his question is valid. In fact, I’ve been pondering it myself.

“I’m not sure yet,” I state. “We’ve been going over some possibilities. Dismantling the group is definitely a possibility.”

“Doesn’t Jasmine mind?” Jake asks with genuine interest. “She’s okay with tons of nude women walking around your estate?”

I shrug.

“One of the women is her mom,” I say. “So obviously, this is a complex issue. Not only that, but the women wear bikinis, and Jasmine has no reason to be jealous. I make sure she knows she’s the only woman I care about.”

Jake whistles.

“Shee-it. Well, sounds like you have it figured out then. Good for you.”

I use the segue to change the topic.

“So are you going to recruit that Roxy chick?” I ask. Jake shoots me a puzzled look.

“What, for my harem?” he asks.

“Yeah, isn’t she your type?”

He shrugs.

“Maybe, but she’s a little old. You know that I prefer women twenty-five and under.”

I shake my head.

“Cold, man. Ice cold.”

He shrugs.

“I like what I like.”

“Yeah, but what happens when they turn twenty-six?” I press. “Aging happens to everyone.”

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