Club Endless Fantasy (Haremworld)

“Hey, Gina. You have a visitor.” I heard Olsen’s voice calling from the living room and I peeked out of the kitchen to see Angelina walking through the front door.

“Actually, I came to see all of you.” She smiled and nodded to me as she took a seat.

“I think Irwin’s trying to coax his cat out from under the bed upstairs.” I walked to the edge of the stairs. “Hey Irwin, can you come down here?”

“Just a minute—damn it, Jabba!” Irwin stomped the floor and then started walking towards the staircase.

“So what do we owe the pleasure of this visit?” Erik walked into the living room and sat down.

“I just wanted to stop by and see how everything was going. These types of relationships can be a little hard in the beginning.” She looked around the living room. “Is everyone behaving?”

“Behaving?” Olsen chuckled and shook his head. “No, we’re definitely not behaving—especially this one.”

“Jabba!” Irwin ran into the living room as Jabba was scooped up by Olsen.

“I got him.” Owen quickly cuddled Jabba. “He likes me.”

“Oh, hello. You must be Angelina.” Irwin was distracted from his pursuit of Jabba when he realized there was someone new sitting in the living room.

“Yes, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Angelina gave him a slight nod and extended her hand. “The mysterious Irwin.”

“I’m not that mysterious.” Irwin chuckled and shook Angelina’s hand. “I just stay off social media.”

“That definitely makes you mysterious in this day and age.” Angelina leaned back in her chair. “So, things are going good?”

“Crazy sometimes, but it is what it is.” Joaquin shrugged. “Any news on the club?”

“I have the permits approved and I’m working with the developers Erik and Olsen have generously provided for the renovation.” Angelina pointed at the Rourke brothers.

“We’ll bill you later.” Erik chuckled and suddenly stood. “Where are my manners, I forgot to offer you a drink.”

“You know what I like.” Angelina smiled as Erik walked over to the bar area.

Angelina spent some time with Irwin, talking with him about the arrangement, and likely vetting him on her own. She definitely didn’t like the fact he wasn’t an open book like most of the other people she interacted with. The entire concept seemed foreign to her. Even Erik and Olsen, with all of their precautions, had left enough of a digital footprint behind for her to build a pretty good profile with her software. Joaquin was kind of like me—just an open book. Once Angelina was satisfied that Irwin wasn’t going to murder us all in our sleep, she said her goodbyes and left the five of us alone—well, six if we counted Jabba, who definitely thought he was part of the family.

“I thought this was your cat.” Olsen looked up at Irwin and smirked. “He seems to spend more time with me than he does with you.”

“He was a stray. He probably smells the money on you.” Irwin chuckled and shrugged.

“Or…” I walked over and picked up Jabba. “It could be because you keep sneaking him food under the table when we eat.”

“What? I do not!” Olsen shook his head and reached out for Jabba as I whisked him away.

“All right, Jabba. You need to go play somewhere else because we’re going upstairs.” I dropped Jabba in the gated part of the house that had become his domain.

“He can hop that gate, you know.” Irwin rolled his eyes when I positioned the gate in place.

“He respects boundaries.” I walked over to Irwin. “I—on the other hand—have none, so who’s going upstairs with me?”

The five of us started up the stairs and I smiled when I saw the eagerness on their faces. I was truly complete and as happy as I could possibly be. The future was in front of us, and I couldn’t wait to embrace it. We had come a long way, but it was a path that led us together. Perhaps I would have found one of them at some point in my life without Angelina’s help, but I would have never been brave enough to find them all without her guiding the way. I couldn’t wait for them to all meet Harmony and Luke. That meant they would also get to meet the men Harmony shared her life with, which would probably lead to some interesting discussions. There would be enough time for that later, though—the restraints were already on my wrists.

Epilogue

Gina

Two years later

“Can someone please get me a gin and tonic? This place is a madhouse!” I sat down at the bar and put my hand on my head.