Evil MC's NTR Harem

An hour later, everyone had settled down, their faces lit with big smiles.

Mr. Yates was on the road to full recovery, and Dr. Rose wholeheartedly believed it.

Ross had not only healed Alvin's sister Andrea in the past but had now done the same for her father.

To her, it was undeniable—Ross could perform miracles with just a touch of his hand.

However, the joyous atmosphere was interrupted when the door to the room swung open abruptly.

"Rose, did I hear correctly? Your father is awake now?"

A tall, handsome man strode into the room, his pristine white coat marking him as another doctor at the hospital.

His sharp gaze immediately zeroed in on Dr. Rose, only to shift toward Ross, who sat beside her—a man whose name had been on everyone's lips lately.

"You're…" The man's words faltered as he assessed Ross with suspicion.

"Ross Oakley," Ross said smoothly, standing up with a disarming smile.

"Rose's new boyfriend." He extended a hand, his confidence radiating effortlessly.

The other doctor hesitated for a brief moment before accepting the handshake.

"Edward… It's a long story," Dr. Rose interjected, sensing the tension brewing in the room.

She stood up and glanced between the two men, her tone firm but calm.

"Let's step outside. This isn't the place for trouble—my father just started recovering."

Ross's smirk remained, but he allowed Rose to take the lead. He glanced once more at Edward, his sharp eyes flashing with a silent challenge before following her out into the hallway.

Edward, though reluctant, nodded and followed as well.

The tension outside the room was palpable, the earlier joy now overshadowed by the unspoken rivalry hanging in the air.

***

"What?!" Edward's voice cracked with disbelief, his face a mix of shock and anger.

"You're breaking up with me because you fell in love at first sight with this boy? That's the most absurd thing I've ever heard, Rose!"

Dr. Rose remained composed, though a hint of guilt flickered in her eyes.

"Accept it, Edward. It's over between us. I'm sorry." Her voice was steady but final.

Edward stared at her, still unable to process what was happening.

Rose sighed softly. She was already 30, and the truth was, she had never truly loved Edward.

Their relationship had been one of convenience—a partnership born out of familiarity rather than passion.

Her career and her purpose in helping people had always come first, leaving little room for the kind of devotion Edward had craved.

He had proposed to her multiple times, but Rose had always declined, unable to give him the whole heart he deserved.

"This boy is going to fuck this beautiful doctor tonight, old man. Take the hint and leave," Ross interjected with a smug grin, walking over to Rose's side.

He slid an arm around her waist and, without hesitation, cupped a handful of her breast.

"Ross!" Rose gasped, her face flushing with a mix of embarrassment and indignation.

Edward's hands clenched into fists at his sides, his face reddening with fury.

"I don't care! Go to hell, both of you!" he shouted before storming out of the room, slamming the door behind him with enough force to rattle the walls.

As the sound of his angry footsteps faded down the hallway, Ross turned to Rose, his smirk widening.

"Well, that was entertaining. Now, where were we?"

Rose shook her head, torn between frustration and a strange, undeniable pull toward the man beside her.

She knew she should be angry at him—at his arrogance, at his audacity—but instead, her heart raced in a way it never had before.

The private room in the hospital suddenly felt a lot smaller.

"So, we're alone now," Ross said, his voice low and teasing as he leaned back against the edge of the hospital bed. A sly smirk played on his lips.

"And it's thirty minutes till Christmas. Why don't we make the most of these hospital beds? They look sturdy enough."

Dr. Rose stood frozen for a moment, her thoughts a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

Her heart was pounding, her mind racing, but deep down, she knew she had already made her choice. With a resigned sigh, she stepped toward him.

The truth was, she had no illusions about herself. She wasn't some innocent girl clinging to ideals of purity.

She was a 30-year-old woman, experienced enough to know what she wanted.

Her relationship with Edward had never been about love—it had been convenient, practical.

And while Ross was a complete enigma to her, there was something about him, something undeniable, that drew her in.

Without saying a word, Rose reached for Ross's belt.

Her hands were steady as she unbuckled it and pulled it free, letting it drop to the floor with a soft clink.

She tugged down his jeans next, then his boxers, exposing his bare skin.

Ross watched her with an amused glint in his eyes, his smirk never fading. He didn't move, letting her take the lead.

The sight of her kneeling before him, her doctor's coat clinging to her figure in all the right places, was tempting enough to make most men lose control.

But Ross remained still, observing her like a predator watching its prey.

Rose's breath hitched as her fingers wrapped around him, but what she felt made her stop.

"What?" she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she stared down.

For a moment, she couldn't speak. Her mind struggled to process what she was seeing and feeling.

"This… this is…" she stammered, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson.

"This is nothing like I've ever seen before."

Ross chuckled softly, the deep rumble of his laughter sending a shiver down her spine.

"What can I say? I'm full of surprises," he said, his tone dripping with confidence.

Rose's grip faltered for a moment as she tried to gather herself.

She was a doctor, a professional, used to maintaining composure in all kinds of situations.

But this?

This was entirely out of her depth.

"I… I didn't think…" she began, but her words trailed off as she looked up at him.

His piercing gaze met hers, and for a moment, the world seemed to shrink around them.

"You didn't think what?" Ross asked, his voice soft but teasing.

"That it'd be…" she hesitated, then finally blurted out, "this big."

Ross's smirk widened as he leaned forward slightly, his tone playful yet commanding.

"Don't tell me you're nervous now, doctor. I thought you were the one taking charge here."
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Rose's pride flared at his words. She straightened, her hands resuming their work with newfound determination.

"Nervous? Hardly," she said, her voice steadier now, though her cheeks were still burning.

Ross tilted his head back slightly, his smirk never wavering as he let her continue.

"That's more like it," he murmured, his tone thick with amusement and something darker.