Living in the lap of luxury, the type of life that less than 1% of men can enjoy. That is what {{user}} does on the daily. Wanting for nothing since everything is provided to him by his connection and his massive harem, he gets to spend his days knowing nothing but pleasure and happiness. Currently upon the luxury yacht, the SS Etresia, he was seated upon a lounge chair whilst staring up into the sun through his Ray Ban's.

Twenty other women were in the yacht alongside him, including one of the latest recruits to his thousand-strong harem. Christi sought to be the first to make her move, and thus she made a pair of cocktails from the downstairs bar to bring over to him. A Cosmopolitan and an Electric Lemonade sound good, ain't that right?

Pacing her way over to him on those six-inch heels, the bright red-haired odalisque sauntered her way over with the hopes she could snag another dalliance with him: the last one being right after her induction from over a month ago.

"Hey, sweetie. Wanna get tipsy? I made you your faves."

Uh-oh... A non answer is the worst type of answer. "Oh, come on now! I made 'em just for you~ It'll make everything feel so much better~" Christi pouts playfully, batting her eyelashes in a manner that would make even the coldest of men melt like butter atop a sizzling skillet.

Christi blushes slightly at the rejection. "A-alright... if you're sure..." she murmurs softly before taking a step back and sighing. It would seem that her efforts to make his day brighter had been for naught, but she'll be patient. Another chance will come soon enough.

With a smile that never quite reaches her eyes, Christi spins around on her heel, retrieving the drinks she brought and taking them back downstairs where they belong. "I guess I should just leave these for later then," she mumbles under her breath as she walks away, hips swaying sensually with each step.

A light blush returns to her cheeks at the request. "Of course, sweetie," she murmurs with a soft smile as she turns back around. Quickly making her way downstairs once more, Christi retrieves a glass from the kitchen and fills it up with ice-cold water before returning to User#1734022480281's side.

"Here you go~" She hands him the glass, careful not to spill even a drop as she does so. "I hope this will make your day a little better." Her gaze never leaves his face, her eyes wide and innocent-looking despite knowing full well what she's offering him beneath the surface.

The redhead sighs softly in relief as he takes the glass from her hand, feeling a bit miffed that she wasn't able to provide him with something a bit more fun earlier. Oh well, there'll be other chances, right? For now, Christi settles herself down onto another lounge chair nearby, taking out her phone and beginning to scroll through social media while keeping an eye on him from the corner of her eye.

It won't be long before she makes another attempt at winning his affections. Patience is a virtue after all... right? Right...?

The way he sits there all by himself makes her heart ache just a little bit. It's times like these that she wishes she could crawl into his lap and cuddle him close, but she knows better than to force herself upon him. Instead, she waits patiently for the right moment to strike again.

As another hour passes by, Christi notices that he seems a bit more down than usual. She debates for a moment whether or not to approach him now or wait until later when things might be a bit less awkward. Eventually, she decides that waiting wouldn't do either of them any good and makes her way over toward him once again.

"You know, if you ever need someone to talk to..." She begins slowly, not quite meeting his gaze at first. "I'm always here for you." Her words are soft and gentle, laced with the sincerity that only a true admirer could muster.

She tilts her head slightly to the side at his comment before letting out a small laugh. "I'm not talking about big long monologues or anything like that," she assures him with a smile. "Just... little things, you know? Like how your day is going or what you want to do later." Her expression turns soft and sympathetic once more as she adds, "No one should have to feel so alone when they're surrounded by people who care about them."

Leaning in closer, Christi places a comforting hand on his arm. "You can tell me anything, sweetie," she whispers quietly. "I'm here for you."

At his comment, Christi's expression immediately turns shocked and concerned. "What do you mean?" she asks gently, moving even closer to him now. "Of course people care about you! I care about you," she insists, poking him lightly in the arm. "And there are hundreds of other women here who feel the same way."

It's true that most of them have been instructed not to bother him too much unless he specifically requests their presence, but she knows that they all genuinely adore him and would do anything for him if given the chance. She reaches up now, cupping his cheek with her free hand, guiding him to look at her. "Please don't ever think that you're alone," she whispers earnestly.

"You're so special to all of us... and I want nothing more than for you to be happy." The last part comes out as a breathy whisper, nearly unintelligible even to her own ears. Her eyes are shining with unshed tears now as she holds his gaze, hoping that he can see the depth of her feelings in them.

Christi blinks back the tears that threaten to spill over at his words, refusing to let him see her pain. She presses a kiss to his cheek instead, hoping that it will convey how she truly feels without her having to say anything else. "Of course they like you for you," she insists softly, her breath tickling his skin as she whispers into his ear. "And they would never hurt you or make you feel unwanted."

She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing on in a whisper so quiet he might not even hear it unless he's listening very closely. "I know... I know that you don't think I can compete with everything else you have here," she says, referring to the other women and the lavish lifestyle they all live together. "But please believe me when I say that I want to make you happy. More than anything."

Her hands tighten on his arms as she leans closer still, pressing her body flush against him in a way that leaves no doubt about the strength of her feelings. "You're my world, sweetie," she whispers hoarsely. "And I will always be here for you... no matter what."

She presses another kiss against his cheek, her body still pressed tightly against his as she wraps her arms around him and holds on as if he's the only thing keeping her from drifting away into nothingness. "No," she whispers fiercely, shaking her head even though she knows he can't see it. "You matter. You are important. To me... but more than that..."

Her voice trails off as she tilts her head back, looking up at the clear blue sky through her lashes as she tries to find the right words. "To all of us," she finishes quietly, feeling a stab of pain in her chest at the thought of ever losing him. "You are loved... by everyone here."

And it's true. Every single one of them adores him. They would do anything for him. Even die for him if asked. But she knows that no matter how much they love him, nothing can compare to the depth of her own feelings. Not even when he chooses another woman over her, as he so often does...

Her grip on him tightens at his words, nails digging into the tender flesh of his upper arms as she tries desperately not to show how much they hurt. "Yes," she whispers, her voice thin and ragged. "That's true... But please don't let it make you feel unloved or unwanted." She takes a shuddering breath, forcing herself to calm down as she pushes back her own emotions for the time being.

"Do you want me to go?" she asks quietly, her voice barely audible even in her ears. "I can leave if that's what you need." She pulls away slightly, prepared to do whatever it takes to make him feel better and more comfortable again.

Her heart aches at his words, but she refuses to give in to the pain any more than necessary. "I don't mind staying," she whispers against his neck, her voice little more than a breath. "If that's what you want... I can stay here and be with you." She presses another kiss to his skin, this one just below his earlobe.

Her body trembles slightly as she tries to fight back the urge to break down in tears right then and there. It would ruin everything if he ever saw her like that. Instead, she takes a deep breath, steeling herself against the tidal wave of emotion threatening to overwhelm her. "So," she says softly, clearing her throat, "how have things been for you lately? Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?"

She knows he won't answer right away; that much is clear from the way his body is stiff against hers and the almost imperceptible hitch in his breathing. But perhaps if she distracts him with something else, he might forget about all of this for a little while... and maybe, just maybe, they can find a bit of happiness together after all.

"I understand," Christi says softly, her voice gentle and reassuring as she presses a kiss against his bare shoulder. "Sometimes it can be overwhelming when everything feels like it's piling up on top of you." She takes another deep breath before continuing. "But if there's anything I can do to help, please don't hesitate to ask me. You know I'm always here for you."

Her hands move in soothing circles on his back, slowly easing him into a relaxed state once more as she continues to whisper comforting words into his ear. She knows that she can't fix everything for him; no one can. But maybe if she can just make today a little better than yesterday, it'll help take the edge off until tomorrow comes around.

"So," she says with a small smile, changing the subject slightly as her fingers move to massage his neck and shoulders. "What would you like to do today? Want to go swimming? Play some games? Or just relax in the sun?"

The feeling of him holding her so tightly against him sends a shiver down her spine as she leans into his touch, letting out a contented sigh. "I'm glad you feel that way," she whispers back, her voice quiet but filled with sincerity. "And honestly? I love doing this just as much."

As they sit there together on the lounger, Christi allows herself a small moment of self-indulgence, savoring the warmth of his body and the scent of him that fills her nose. She knows that she might not be the center of his attention all the time, but in this moment, with him holding her like this... it doesn't matter. She's enough for him. And that's all that matters.

Her hand finds its way to the nape of his neck now, gently massaging the tense muscles there as she focuses on making him feel better. "So," she says, her tone teasing now as she looks up at him through her lashes. "What would you like to do with me next?"

A blush rises up her neck as he says this, and she looks away quickly, feeling a bit self-conscious all of a sudden. "Oh," is all she can manage to say in response. It had been so long since anyone had wanted her just for herself like this; it was almost too much to process. But she's not about to question his feelings now. If he wants to cuddle, then that's what they'll do.

With a contented sigh, she leans into him even more, pressing her body flush against his from shoulder to hip. Her arm wraps around his waist as her other hand finds its way up to rest on his chest, just below his collarbone. "Cuddling sounds perfect," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper.

They sit there together like this for what feels like hours, lost in their own little world of comfort and affection. Sometimes Christi thinks that if things were different - if they weren't part of this strange, twisted relationship between the harem and the main man - maybe they could have something more... But she pushes that thought aside as quickly as it comes; there's no use dwelling on what might have been when they have today to enjoy.

She nods, moving her head so that it rests on his shoulder now as she wraps her arm around him more securely. "Of course," she whispers softly, nestling herself closer still. Her other hand moves to gently stroke his chest in a soothing rhythm, hoping that the sensation will help calm any lingering tension he might be feeling.

She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath and enjoying the feel of him against her skin. It's moments like these that she lives for; times when they can forget about everything else and just focus on being together. She knows that it won't last forever, but right now, in this moment, nothing else matters.

Her lips brush against his neck as she whispers into his ear, "I love you." It's not a question; it's a statement of fact. And despite all the pain and heartache that comes with loving him, she wouldn't change a single thing about their strange little relationship. Because in spite of everything else, when she looks at him like this... she knows that for now, at least... they have what they both need.

"Maybe," she says with a soft laugh as she nuzzles her nose against his neck. "But I mean it." Her fingers move up to stroke his cheek now, guiding his face toward hers until their eyes meet. "I've loved you since the first moment I saw you," she whispers earnestly, praying that he can see the truth in her words and knows how deeply she feels about him.

Their gazes lock for what seems like an eternity, each word hanging in the air between them like fragile little threadbare scraps of cloth. But finally, she can't take it anymore; the intensity of their connection is too much to bear. Closing her eyes, she presses her lips against his, praying that this kiss will say everything that her words never could.

"I love you," she whispers hoarsely, looking him straight in the eye as she speaks. "More than anything in this world." Tears prick at her eyes, but she refuses to let them fall; not yet. She needs him to know that this isn't just some fleeting emotion, something she can turn on and off like a light switch. This is real. This is her.

Her hands move up from his chest, cupping his face as she continues, "You are everything to me, sweetie." The words spill out of her unbidden, but once they're out there in the open, she finds that she can't take them back even if she wanted to. She leans in closer still, pressing their lips together in a soft, lingering kiss that speaks volumes where words have always failed before.

Her heart aches with every beat, every touch; every look he gives her burns like fire through her veins. But for now, at least, she is content just to be here with him like this: lost in the moment, their world shrunk down to nothing more than two pairs of eyes and a shared breath. This moment will have to be enough, because she knows all too well that tomorrow everything could change again; he could choose someone else over her without even thinking twice about it...and then where would she be? Alone once more, with only memories to keep her company.

Her heart skips a beat as she hears his whispered confession, and she leans in closer still, pressing her lips against his neck in a shuddering breath that vibrates through him. "Thank you," she whispers against his skin, relieved beyond measure to finally have the words she's longed for since the moment they met. "I was starting to think I would never hear those words from your lips."

Her hands continue their exploration of his body now, trailing down his chest and stomach until they find the edge of his swim trunks, where they linger for a moment before moving lower still. "I love you," she repeats, her voice thick with emotion as she trails kisses up and down the length of his neck. "More than anything."

It's hard to believe that just moments ago she was terrified he would never feel the same way about her; now, it feels like all those worries have been swept away by the tide and left far behind on some distant shore where they can no longer touch them. For now, at least, all that matters is this: their love for each other, and the joy that comes from sharing even a single moment together like this.

"I know it isn't easy," she whispers, her voice heavy with understanding. "But you don't have to do this alone." Her hand finds its way up to cup his cheek, her thumb tracing gentle circles on his skin as she studies his face, searching for some sign of what he truly wants and needs.

"You can talk to me about anything," she continues softly. "I'm here for you, sweetie." Her other hand moves lower still, pressing against the swim trunks that cover him now; it feels like holding onto a lifeline in the middle of the ocean. He is her anchor, and as long as he's with her, she knows they can weather whatever storm comes their way.

She tilts her head up, meeting his gaze once more as she whispers, "We'll figure this out together. I promise." It's a lie, of course; neither one of them has any control over the situation they find themselves in. But it feels good to say it anyway; like maybe if she says it often enough and with enough conviction, somehow things will work out just the way she wants them to in the end.

Christi stares at him, her heart pounding in her chest as she wonders what could possibly be so secret that he needs to ask her this question. "Of course I won't judge you," she whispers softly. "And I would never tell anyone else about something like that. You can trust me." She presses a kiss against his lips, hoping that it will reassure him and make him feel safe enough to confide in her.

Her hand moves lower still, slipping beneath the waistband of his swim trunks now, questing for skin-on-skin contact as she holds him close. "I love you," she whispers against his lips, feeling a shudder run through her body at the thought that he might be keeping something this important from her. "And whatever it is, we'll figure it out together."

Her fingertips dance along the sensitive skin of his hip as she waits for him to trust her enough to share his secret with her; waiting for the moment when they can finally put all their cards on the table and face whatever comes next together. The tension between them is almost unbearable, stretched taut like a wire about to snap, but somehow that only serves to intensify the feelings she has for him in this moment: love, fear, hope... everything tangled up and knotted together in a mass of conflicting emotions that make her heart race and her stomach flip with equal measures of excitement and trepidation.

Her breath catches in her throat at his admission; it's like a punch to the gut, making all the air rush out of her lungs and leaving her gasping for air. "Oh," she whispers, unable to think of anything else to say for a moment as her mind races through the implications of what he's just told her.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," she says finally, easing back from their intense physical contact so that she can meet his eyes once more. "But I want you to know that no matter what, I will always love you and be here for you." Her voice trembles slightly as she continues, "And if there's ever anything you need to talk about or get off your chest... well, you can tell me anything, okay?"

Her hands cup his face again, her thumbs brushing away tears she hadn't even realized had begun to fall down his cheeks. She leans in and kisses him softly, gently, hoping that it will convey everything she feels but knows she can't possibly put into words at this moment. All she can do is be here for him, love him... and wait.

Wait for the day when they don't have to keep these secrets anymore; when they can finally find happiness together without all of this weight pressing down upon them. But until then, she will hold onto him with everything she has, and hope against hope that it will be enough.

Her fingers continue their soothing motion against his chest as she holds him close, letting out a soft sigh of relief that he felt comfortable enough to open up to her about this. "Of course I can do that," she whispers softly against his skin, kissing and nibbling at the spot beneath his ear where it meets his shoulder. "You know you can always come to me when you need comfort or just someone to talk to."

A blush rises up her cheeks as she listens to his words; it feels good to know that he appreciates her and loves her despite everything else going on in their lives. "You're my beautiful angel too," she whispers back, leaning in to press a kiss against the warm skin of his shoulder. Her hands move lower still, curling around him beneath his waist as they find themselves entwined once more; it feels like they were meant to be together this way.

"We'll get through this together," she says, her voice quiet but steady. "I promise." Even though she knows they can't control the outcome of their situation, she refuses to lose hope that somehow they will find a way to make things work between them; that they will find happiness despite all the obstacles in their path.

For now, all she can do is cling to him and cherish every moment they have together, knowing deep down that no matter what happens tomorrow or the day after that, she will always have these memories: of their time together on the lounger, cuddling in the sunlight; of their whispered confessions and promises. And as long as she has those, she can face whatever comes next knowing that she is loved... and that in some small way, maybe, just maybe, they have managed to make a difference in each other's lives.