The Heart System

Chapter 833: Chapter 833

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WOMEN - INTERACTIONS

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Jasmine: Interest: 40 / 60

Kayla: Interest: 38 / 40

Tessa: Interest: 40 / 60

Kim: Interest: 100 / 100

Delilah: Interest: 100 / 100

Cora: Interest: 100 / 100

Mendy: Interest: 24 / 40

Nala: Interest: 100 / 100

Penelope: Interest: 25 / 40

Minne: Interest: 38 / 40

Ivy: Interest: -99 / 80

Eleanor: Interest: 25 / 40

Amelia: Interest: 14 / 20

Esme: Interest: 72 / 80

Carrie: Interest: 4 / 20

Layla: Interest: 24 / 40

Emma: Interest: 20 / 40

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"We like him," Tessa said. "And hell, I’d say he’s more like the annoying brother I never really had."

"There’s no forcing," Minne spoke up quietly. "I... like him."

"I can go out and have a boyfriend of my own," Nala said. "But I don’t because Evan is enough for me. I really don’t know how to act around other men except Evan. As far as relationships are concerned, of course."

"He also talked very highly of you," Jasmine said. "He told us how you and your mother helped her during college. He said you two were always there for her."

"Mm," Ivy replied, exhaling.

"When he learned about Chase, your crazy ex," Nala continued, "he was completely fired up. He wanted to protect you. He risked himself for you, and you should have seen him. Those weren’t the eyes of someone who was trying to make you indebted to him so you’d say yes to everything he wanted, Ivy. It was..."

"Manly?" Tessa asked. "Kinda hot, actually. Why was I never kidnapped? I should try getting kidnapped, I swear."

"Like we said," Jasmine continued, "we’re really open with each other. The reason he didn’t tell you the truth is because, well, he knew how you would react."

"Just talk to him, man," Tessa said. "Why the fuck did you want to talk to us? The chicken is getting cold!"

"So you’re all just okay with this?" Ivy asked.

"More than okay, I’d say," Eleanor replied. "I used to be a hooker, and he helped me get out of that life. He gave me a room to stay in."

"He wanted sex in return?" Ivy asked.

"No," Eleanor replied. "He just wanted me to stop being a hooker and get a job. He even found me one. I work at Stingy Ladies now. At first, I thought he’d try to get into my panties. I mean, typical man. Of course he’d want to fuck me."

Ivy remained quiet.

"But he was actually really understanding," Eleanor continued. "So, in my eyes, Evan is a good man. A bit perverted, I can’t lie. Some of the things he wants, well, they can be a lot. But yeah."

"I agree on the pervert part," Tessa groaned. "Fucking jackass."

Jeez, thanks, Tessa.

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WOMEN - INTERACTIONS

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Jasmine: Interest: 40 / 60

Kayla: Interest: 38 / 40

Tessa: Interest: 40 / 60

Kim: Interest: 100 / 100

Delilah: Interest: 100 / 100

Cora: Interest: 100 / 100

Mendy: Interest: 24 / 40

Nala: Interest: 100 / 100

Penelope: Interest: 25 / 40

Minne: Interest: 38 / 40

Ivy: Interest: 1 / 80

Eleanor: Interest: 25 / 40

Amelia: Interest: 14 / 20

Esme: Interest: 72 / 80

Carrie: Interest: 4 / 20

Layla: Interest: 24 / 40

Emma: Interest: 20 / 40

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Oh, one interest point?

Well, it was better than minus ninety-nine. I’d take that any day of the week. At least she wasn’t outright wanting to kill me.

Maybe she still wanted to choke me out and punch me a little, but like I said, I’d take one point over negative ninety-nine any day.

"H-he," Ivy said. "He sent me a photo while you were having sex. None of you match the body type, though. Was there anyone else?"

"Evan," Jasmine whispered in a low voice. "Was that Delilah, you damn pervert?"

UUUUGH. Fuck me. Why had Ivy suddenly turned into Sherlock Holmes? I knew I shouldn’t have done that, but in the heat of the moment, it had felt like it would be hot. Man, maybe they were right. Was I really a pervert?

Nah, nah.

Was I?

"Incredible," Ivy exhaled. "Wow..."

"Just talk to him," Jasmine said. "Then decide what you’re going to do."

I heard a chair scrape against the floor, so I checked the footage on my phone. Yeah, Ivy had gotten up and was walking toward the door.

Was it really over?

Fuck, what would I even say to her now? Apologize? I highly doubted she would accept it. I was doomed.

"She’s gone," Jasmine said, taking the phone out of her pocket. "She called you a rapist multiple times, by the way, before I called you."

"Rapist? Me?" I groaned. "FUUCK, Jasmine. Fuck."

"I mean, she does have a point," Jasmine said. "You fuck us and we can’t say no."

"What?"

"So what if you return the favor? We peg you and then..."

"Not the time to joke, Jas. Really."

"I’m just messing around," she chuckled. "Go talk to her."

"No, no," I said. "I’ll actually talk to all of you. Don’t go anywhere, please. I’ll be back."

"Talk to us?"

I hung up the call and exhaled. Then, with quick steps, I crossed the street and reached the hotel. I climbed the small steps toward the entrance and headed inside. The penthouse elevator was working, so I made my way through the crowd near the reception area. The doors opened, and Ivy stepped out before storming out of the hotel.

Just before the doors closed, I slipped inside and placed my keycard against the reader. The elevator started moving.

My heart was pounding because, despite everything, I sensed some grain of truth in Ivy’s words. Were they actually tolerating me? I had gone through a similar conversation with the girls before, but I hadn’t taken it too seriously. Now, after hearing Ivy say all of that, I had to make sure.

The elevator doors opened.

Mana greeted me.

She had her arms crossed and was smiling at me with her eyes closed. After a few seconds, she opened them and stepped inside. Then she pressed an index finger against my chest.

I felt like I had been hit by a car and crashed backward against the mirror.