Harem Investment System: Getting Money And Women-Chapter 220: Welcome Home

Ethan barely had time to set his phone down before the bed shifted beneath him. A familiar warmth settled on top of him, pressing against his chest.

He didn't even need to open his eyes to know who it was.

"Vanessa." His voice was low, laced with the exhaustion of the day.

He cracked one eye open, finding her perched on top of him, her thighs bracketing his waist.

She leaned forward, her arms resting on either side of his head, trapping him beneath her.

Her wavy hair tumbled down, strands brushing against his cheek. There was a mischievous glint in her eyes, her lips curved into a knowing smirk.

"You look tired," she mused, tilting her head.

Ethan sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. "That's because I am tired."

"And yet," she whispered, lowering herself until her face was mere inches from his, "you don't seem to be pushing me away."

Ethan smirked. "Maybe I just missed having you around."

Vanessa's grin widened, her hands trailing down his chest, her fingers teasing at the fabric of his shirt. "Oh? I knew it. You did miss me."

He let out a quiet chuckle, wrapping a hand around her waist and effortlessly pulling her closer until her body was flush against his.

"I kind of missed your weight against my lap," he admitted, his voice lazy and teasing.

Vanessa froze for a second, her face flushing a deep shade of red before she scoffed. "Just say you like my ass, you bastard."

Ethan laughed, his grip tightening around her. "I do like your ass."

She smacked his chest, but the smile never left her face. "Shut up."

But he wasn't done teasing her.

He shifted slightly beneath her, pressing a little closer. "And I missed that reaction, too."

Vanessa rolled her eyes, but she couldn't hide the way her breathing had slightly picked up. "You're mean."

Before he could respond, she closed the distance between them, capturing his lips in a firm kiss.

Ethan responded instantly, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten as he pulled her down, deepening it.

Her hands curled into his shirt, fingers gripping the fabric as she pressed herself against him.

She wasn't gentle — Vanessa never was. She kissed like she had something to prove, like she wanted to consume him.

Ethan didn't mind.

He let her take the lead for a moment, his hands moving up to thread through her hair.

She tugged at his bottom lip before pulling back, her breath warm against his mouth.

"You really shouldn't have left me alone for a day," she murmured, her voice husky.

Ethan smirked. "I didn't have a choice."

Vanessa clicked her tongue. "Excuses."

Before he could reply, she dipped her head, pressing open-mouthed kisses down his jawline and along the column of his neck.

He felt her teeth graze his skin, and before he could react, she bit down — not hard enough to break skin, but enough to leave a mark.

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Ethan hissed, his fingers tightening around her waist. "Vanessa — "

She pulled back slightly, admiring her work.

A dark hickey was already forming on his neck. She grinned in satisfaction. "There. Now everyone will know you're mine."

Ethan sighed. "You do know I have a business to run, right?"

She shrugged. "And? Let them see it."

He shook his head. "You're unbelievable."

Vanessa smirked, but before she could say anything else, exhaustion finally caught up with Ethan.

He let out a low breath, his grip on her loosening. "I'm too tired for this," he muttered.

Vanessa blinked, tilting her head. "Oh? Too tired?"

He gave her a lazy smile. "For now."

She huffed but didn't argue. Instead, she shifted off him, curling up at his side, her head resting against his shoulder.

"Fine," she mumbled. "I guess I can let you sleep."

Ethan chuckled, pulling her closer. "How generous of you."

She nudged him lightly but didn't pull away.

Vanessa stayed pressed against him, her warmth lulling him further into sleep.

Just before he drifted off, he felt her lips press lightly against his shoulder.

"Welcome home, Ethan."

He smiled, his grip on her tightening just a little before sleep finally claimed him.

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Ethan groaned as he felt himself being shaken awake. His body still felt heavy with sleep, his mind sluggish as he cracked one eye open.

The room was dimly lit, the bedside lamp casting a warm glow. Vanessa was hovering over him, her hands gripping his arm as she tried to pull him up.

"Come on, lazy ass," she huffed. "You've slept enough."

Ethan exhaled slowly, rubbing a hand over his face. "How long was I out?"

"Couple of hours," Vanessa said, her voice impatient. "Now get up. We're watching a movie."

He blinked at her, still groggy. "A movie?"

"Yes," she said, already tugging at his arm again. "You do know what that is, right?"

Ethan sighed but didn't resist as she dragged him out of bed.

His muscles protested slightly, but he had to admit — being awake wasn't the worst thing in the world, not when Vanessa was this determined.

As they walked downstairs, the mansion felt quieter than before. The maids had begun to leave for the night, some waving at him on their way out.

Ethan gave them a small nod in return, his mind still waking up.

Vanessa, on the other hand, was full of energy. She guided him straight to the living room, pushing him down onto the couch before rushing off toward the kitchen.

Ethan stretched his legs, watching as she disappeared through the doorway.

A moment later, she returned with a large bowl in her hands.

The scent of warm, crispy potatoes filled the air, and Ethan raised an eyebrow as she plopped down beside him, setting the bowl between them.

"Potato chips?" he asked.

Vanessa grinned, grabbing one and popping it into her mouth. "Mirianne made them earlier. She meant them for your evening dessert, but since she's asleep, we're taking them anyway."

Ethan smirked. "So we're stealing from the cook now?"

Vanessa shrugged, unbothered. "If she didn't want us to eat them, she should've stayed awake."

Ethan chuckled, shaking his head as he grabbed a chip. "You thief."

"I know." She shot him a smug look before reaching for the remote and turning on the TV.

The screen flickered to life, casting a bluish glow across the room. She scrolled through a few options before settling on a movie.

Ethan didn't even pay attention to the title — he was more focused on the way Vanessa curled up beside him, one of her legs draped over his as she got comfortable.

The opening credits rolled, and they dug into the chips, the sound of crunching filling the room.

"What even is this?" Ethan finally asked, watching as the movie introduced a cast of characters in medieval clothing, swords clashing in the background.

"Some fantasy film," Vanessa replied, resting her head on his shoulder. "I figured it'd be up your alley."