Slice of Paradise : A Slice of Life Harem Fantasy Adventure

Jack Pinkhunter Slice of Paradise Copyright © 2023 by Jack Pinkhunter All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, scanning, or otherwise without written permission from the publisher. It is illegal to copy this book, post it to a website, or distribute it by any other means without permission. This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental. Jack Pinkhunter asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. Jack Pinkhunter has no responsibility for the persistence or accuracy of URLs for external or third-party Internet Websites referred to in this publication and does not guarantee that any content on such Websites is, or will remain, accurate or appropriate. Designations used by companies to distinguish their products are often claimed as trademarks. All brand names and product names used in this book and on its cover are trade names, service marks, trademarks and registered trademarks of their respective owners. The publishers and the book are not associated with any product or vendor mentioned in this book. None of the companies referenced within the book have endorsed the book. First edition This book was professionally typeset on Reedsy Find out more at reedsy.com Contents Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Afterword Also By Jack Pinkhunter Chapter 1 In my 300 square feet apartment, I sat all alone at my old desk. I rubbed my temples, trying to massage away the pain as my head throbbed without mercy. In front of me was an old stack of divorce papers, and on top of that stack was a demand letter of unpaid alimony. The sight caused my dead brain to bleed, and it was the perfect recipe for more headache and agony. I was sick of this life, but I hadn’t always lived my life in this claustrophobic box. I once had a nice penthouse with a lovely view across skyscrapers and the Atlantic Ocean. I had a business that I had worked so hard for and a life that sort of felt decent. Taxes were always a thorn in my side, but I could live with it. But when my wife had started demanding more and more of me, started asking for things that I didn’t have the time for, and made up excuses that made me suspect that she wanted us to file for divorce, I was about to have a breakdown. She’d complained I wasn’t spending enough time with her, yet I had spent as much time with her as I could. I had even rolled back some business plans just for her sake, but no matter what I did, she just continued to complain, despite living like a queen. Then the divorce happened, and she had robbed me of more than fifty percent of what I had owned, and all the lawyer fees, the stress and the lack of physical contact had completely ruined me. My company had to file for bankruptcy a year later, and now it was my turn to file for personal bankruptcy. I sighed heavily and rubbed my eyes, feeling the dark bags that seemed to be permanent at this stage. I then slid my hands through my thinning hair and could now feel the bald spots. My health had deteriorated completely, and I knew there wasn’t any positive news on the horizon. I might seem old, but I was only twenty-eight, or twenty-eight on paper. I probably looked closer to fifty, and it was no exaggeration when I looked at myself in the mirror. My early-life success was attributed to hard work and dedication, but nothing paid off, literally nothing as I watched a strand of hair fall onto my wretched, lonely desk. I reached for my pen and tried my best to fill in the forms for personal bankruptcy. Just more of my blood and life that I had to give away, and there could hardly be much left now. It was painful, but not as painful when thinking of my business that I’d spent more than five years building, and now that I was basically left with nothing; I knew I didn’t stand a chance of finding a new woman, and to be honest, I wasn’t so sure if I wanted to either. She would probably suck me dry of the very little life which was left of me. As I kept filling in the forms, I noticed a sharp pain in the middle of my heart. I’d felt that before a couple of weeks ago, but it had abated. Now though, it stabbed me at full force, so I dropped the pen which fell and clattered to the floor. I clutched my chest and gasped for air. I wasn’t sure what was going on if this was a heart attack or cardiac arrest, and it wasn’t unreasonable since the past year my blood pressure had been through the roof. I looked at the phone and made an attempt to reach for it, but then stopped myself, maybe death wouldn’t be so painful after all. I couldn’t see what was worse than a life like this. I slumped back down in my chair and accepted my fate, as I completely lost consciousness and the pain faded. I heard wings flapping, and the sounds made me curious, so I slowly pried my eyes open to a bright, blue sky. I rubbed my eyes and watched some fluffy, white clouds sail by, which covered the sun and then uncovered it. It was so bright and there were no signs of air pollution. As a breeze winnowed through my hair and across my neck, goosebumps pricked my skin, and that’s when I realized I