The Old Friend

Hailey was at her usual place, the gym. She always goes there when she's feeling frustrated and has the time. Or if she feels like it. And she almost always feels like it.

Despite her constantly going to the gym, she's not actually all that muscular. She's definitely stronger than the average woman, but she's more toned than buff. There is a good reason for this, but it wouldn't be fun to spoil everything right now.

Going to the gym also keeps her from thinking about him for too long. Her old friend that she still holds feelings for, despite her best efforts. Time drifted them apart, but Hailey believes there's another reason for it.

That bitch Rachel.

…

Hailey was in mid squat when she appeared in the garden. She looked around and saw three women and one man. It took her a second, but she realized she knows the man and two of the women.

“HER!” exclaimed Rachel in anger. Hailey glared at Rachel as her hands turned into fists.

“Yep, her. Hailey here is a perfect example of a woman that David would have ended up with, but didn't due to already being committed to you,” said Esmeralda. Hailey snapped her head over to David.

“What the fuck is going on here?” David opened his mouth to answer but Esmeralda cut him off.

“Welcome to Harem Hotel. You will be competing with other women to win the heart of our lovely Master David.” Hailey looked at David with a furry in her eyes.

“Like hell I will.” Esmeralda giggled in response.

“Now, you are going to answer a few questions, just like the two contestants before you.” Just like the others, Hailey's mouth began moving on its own.

“I'm Hailey Jace. I'm 23 years old and a Physical Therapist. I'm straight. The Master and I are old friends, but we haven't spoken in a while. I still have a crush on him from back then, but haven't done anything because he's dating that bitch instead. The last time I had sex with a one night stand a few weeks ago. I don't even remember his name.” Hailey growled at the magical violation of her mouth.

“You have a crush on me?” questioned David. A chorus of facepalms rang throughout the garden.

“Moving on, it is time for our next contestant.”