I walk down the extravagant hallway keeping my eye on the prince even though we’re passing paintings that should probably be hanging inside the Louvre. I don’t like this guy.

I don’t like the way he keeps dragging his rich eyes over Riley’s body like she’s a piece of meat.

If anyone is eating that steak, it’s gonna be me.

“Your wife is very beautiful,” Prince Sleeze says, smiling at me over his shoulder. “You are a very lucky man.”

“I know,” I say, my voice tight. I don’t know where he’s taking me, but it’s taking forever. This place is like a maze with its long hallways and millions of doors. I wonder what the people of his country would say about this extravagance that they financed. I’m sure they would be thrilled to hear all about it while they ration their dinners.

“I’m a very generous man,” Prince Kalib says, placing a palm on his chest. “I would like to share what I have with you.”

“I’ll take that helicopter that’s parked on the roof,” I say without hesitation. I’ve had my eye on it ever since I was flying and saw it on the horizon.

He laughs. “I was thinking of something a little softer and wetter,” he says, raising an eyebrow.

If he tries to kiss me, I’m knocking him out.

I take a step back and plant my feet wide, just in case.

“Why don’t I show you what I mean?” he says, smiling wide. He turns around the corner and walks down the long hall. I can hear a muted beat playing from somewhere.

Prince Kalib stops at two huge double doors that are intricately carved with naked women. Even the two brass handles are in the shape of breasts.

I’m about to ask him where I can buy doors like that when he grabs the boob-shaped handles.

“I’d like to share with you, Dex,” he says, grinning as he turns the handles. “This is what I have to offer.”

He swings the doors open, and the loud house music pours out into the hallway. I swallow hard as I step to the side and look inside.

The harem.

The inside looks like a private club complete with bars, leather sofas, a dance floor, and numerous stripper poles, but that’s nothing compared to who’s inside-sixty of the most beautiful women in the world all dressed in lingerie, dancing, grinding, kissing, groping. I’m instantly hard as my eyes dart around the room trying to take in the abundance of flesh and curves on display.

I swallow hard when I see two hot blondes making out on the couch, and let out a whimper as I see a gorgeous Asian girl taking a shot from between the naked tits of a beautiful Russian girl.

“Come in,” a sexy black girl calls to me, waving me in from the bar. All sixty girls turn to me and smile, waving me in to join their party.

I’m about to step in for a drink (I don’t want to be rude by turning down their invitation) when Prince Kalib closes the doors.

He’s grinning as he leans against it and watches me. “Do you want me to share with you?”

I try to say ‘yes please,’ but it comes out as a whimper.

“I’m happy to,” he says, smiling widely. “As long as you share with me.”

My heartbeat turns sluggish as I turn to him with a rolling stomach. I don’t like where this is going.

I pull out a pack of gum from my shorts. “I can share my gum with you.”

“That’s very generous,” he says, laughing tightly. “But I’m afraid I’m not interested in your gum. Your wife, however…”

He lets the thought hover between us, polluting the air in the hallway.

I loosen my collar as heat flushes through my body.

I wonder if I can break through that door by only using his head?

“You don’t have to answer now,” he says, showing me his palms. “It’s just an idea. The women are always ready to go, whenever you are.”

He smiles as he puts a hand on my shoulder and walks me back in the direction we came.

“Sixty tight pussies, one hundred and twenty beautiful breasts, six hundred skilled fingers,” he says, nodding. “Sixty women in exchange for one. That’s a very generous offer.”

I gulp as I walk down the hall, staring at the ugly carpet.

Would I trade Riley for sixty women? Yesterday, I would have traded her for a pack of Tic Tacs, but now I’m not so sure. I’m getting protective of my fake wife.

No matter how much she seems to hate me.

Still, sixty women on their knees. It’s a once in a lifetime opportunity.

But so is meeting a girl like Riley.

* * *

My head is still swirling with a thousand thoughts as I quietly open the door. I laugh under my breath when I see Riley lying in the bed. It’s not the beautiful sight of her brown hair on the pillow next to mine that makes me chuckle, it’s the barricade she’s erected between her side of the bed and mine. The empty drawers of the dresser are stacked in a line down the middle of the bed.

“What did the prince want?” she asks without turning her head around to look at me.

“He wanted to show me his cigar collection,” I lie. I could get her all worked up by telling her what I really saw, but we’re stuck in the same room for the night, and I don’t want her to get all riled up again. Who wants to sleep in the same room as an angry lioness?

She finally turns. Her makeup is off and she looks just as incredible without it. She’s a natural beauty, and the makeup only seems to take away from her angelic face.

“You don’t stink,” she says, sniffing the air.

“That’s the first compliment you’ve ever given me,” I say, smiling as I pull off my tie.

She laughs. “That’s hardly a compliment.”

I toss my tie on the back of the chair and grin. “I’ll take what I can get.”

She turns back around as I start to unbutton my shirt, but her body is rising and falling as her breathing speeds up.

I strip to my boxer briefs that I borrowed from the huge communal closet and slide in between the sheets. The dresser drawers rattle as my body makes the mattress bounce.

“What’s with the border?” I ask, staring up at the dark ceiling. “Are you afraid that you can’t trust yourself around me?”

She lets out a mocking laugh. “Please. It’s to stop your wandering hands.”

I smile. “How was your day?”

I can hear her thinking. “Why are you asking?” she asks after a brief silence.

“Husbands usually ask their wives how their day was at the end of it.”

“And pretend husbands and wives?” she asks.

“They usually have sex.”

She laughs.

“Hot, dirty, rough sex,” I say, feeling my dick start to harden.

“You’re such an idiot,” she says. There’s a lightness in her voice. She seems to be getting used to my crude words. I’m wearing her down. Just a few more years of this, and maybe she’ll take the wall on the bed down.

“I may be an idiot,” I say, grinning. “But you’re the one on the wrong side of the bed.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Well, one of us is.”

“Goodnight, Dex,” she says after a giggle. “Better bring your A-game tomorrow.”

“Goodnight, Riley Coyote,” I say, staring at the drawers between us, wishing that I could see her beautiful face one more time before I close my eyes. “And remember, if you dream of me, I’d like it if you keep those sexy red shoes on.”

“I don’t normally get nightmares, but thanks.”

I drift off to sleep with a smile on my lips.