Harem Investment System: Getting Money And Women-Chapter 195: Heated Kiss

She gripped his hoodie, pulling him in harder, pressing against him. The faint scent of his cologne mixed with the lingering traces of the racetrack — the smell of rubber, asphalt, and him.

Her heart pounded as she parted her lips slightly, inviting him in, and Ethan took the invitation.

His tongue teased hers, slow at first, then more demanding.

A quiet whimper escaped her throat before she could stop it, and she felt Ethan smirk against her lips.

'Cocky bastard.'

She didn't let him have the upper hand for long.

Her fingers slid up to the nape of his neck, tugging lightly at his hair, and it was his turn to groan softly.

The sound sent a shiver down her spine.

She felt alive.

The same rush she felt when racing — heart-pounding, exhilarating, slightly reckless — was what she felt now.

The kiss deepened, growing more urgent by the second.

Ethan pressed her against the cool tiled wall, his grip tightening like he didn't want to let go, like he needed to feel her closer.

And she wanted it, too.

God, she wanted —

A loud knock suddenly echoed through the restroom.

Vanessa jerked back, breathless, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

Ethan pulled away slightly, but his hands remained on her waist, his forehead resting against hers.

"Occupied," he called out, voice slightly hoarse.

A muffled voice responded from outside. "My bad, man. Just making sure no one passed out in there."

Vanessa let out a breathy laugh, still trying to catch her breath. "Well. That was… something."

Ethan grinned. "Yeah. You sure you still want to leave?"

She arched a brow. "Are you saying I should stay here with you?"

Ethan leaned in again, brushing his lips against hers just barely. "Wouldn't be the worst idea."

Vanessa rolled her eyes, but her cheeks were flushed.

She pushed lightly at his chest. "Come on. We still have to get home before Marianne complains."

Ethan sighed dramatically but relented, finally stepping back.

Vanessa grabbed the towel from the floor. With one final glance in the mirror to make sure she didn't look too wrecked, she turned to Ethan.

"Alright," she said, smirking. "Let's go."

Ethan took her hand.

Ethan didn't bother checking the time when they got into the car, but judging by the dimming sky, he guessed it was around 6 PM.

That was usually when work at the site wrapped up for the day.

'Tomorrow,' he thought. 'I'll be back there tomorrow.'

It wasn't something he minded — after all, work was work — but what surprised him was the brief flicker of realization that he kind of missed hearing Riley's voice.

Not in a longing way or anything. Just... familiarity.

He had spent so much time with her these past few days that the sudden absence of her usual chatter felt strange.

Still, tonight was about Vanessa.

He glanced over at her as he pulled onto the road. She was looking out the window, her face still slightly flushed from the excitement of the race.

Then, as if reading his mind, she turned to him with a smirk.

"So, what now?" she asked, stretching her arms slightly. "You got some other secret surprise waiting for me?"

Ethan sighed, shaking his head. "Nope. We're just heading home."

Vanessa pouted dramatically. "That's it?"

"That's it," Ethan confirmed, though the teasing lilt in his voice told her he wasn't entirely serious.

Vanessa huffed but didn't argue. "Fine. I guess that's acceptable."

Ethan chuckled as they continued down the road.

The drive was comfortable, the hum of the engine filling the brief pauses in their conversation.

They talked about the race, about the idiot who had nearly crashed into her, about how Vanessa had practically obliterated the competition.

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It was nice.

Until the phone rang.

Ethan glanced at the screen but didn't bother picking up. Whoever it was could wait.

A few seconds later, it rang again.

Vanessa quirked a brow. "Someone really wants to talk to you."

"Yeah," Ethan muttered, still ignoring it.

The ringing stopped. Then, not even a full minute later —

Riiing.

Vanessa snorted. "Okay, at this point, they might as well be banging on your front door."

Ethan sighed, gripping the wheel a little tighter.

He hated persistent calls. If someone was this eager to reach him, it was probably something annoying.

Still, he didn't answer.

By the time they pulled up to the mansion, the phone had rung three more times.

Ethan parked, rubbing his temple.

Vanessa unbuckled her seatbelt, stretching slightly before looking at him.

"You gonna pick that up?"

Ethan exhaled. "Yeah. I'll take it outside."

Vanessa shrugged. "Alright. I'm heading in."

She grabbed her bag and stepped out of the car, walking up to the entrance as Ethan leaned against the Porsche, staring at the caller ID.

The number wasn't saved in his contacts, but it was familiar.

And they were calling again.

'Who the hell is this?'

He sighed, finally answering.

Ethan pushed open the front door, stepping into the house with his usual composed expression.

Inside, Vanessa was lounging on the couch, scrolling through her phone. She looked up when she saw him.

"You good?"

Ethan nodded. "Yeah."

She squinted at him. "You sure? You look like you're thinking about something annoying."

Ethan smirked slightly. "I'm always thinking about something annoying."

Vanessa snorted. "True."

The warmth of the house felt welcoming as Ethan stepped into the living room.

He exhaled and ran a hand through his hair before making his way over to her. She glanced up from her phone and smirked.

"Still brooding?" she teased.

Ethan scoffed lightly. "I don't brood."

"Uh-huh," she hummed, unconvinced.

Before she could poke at him further, Marianne entered the living room with two neatly arranged trays of food.

"Well, look at you two," she said, setting the trays on the coffee table in front of them. She gave Vanessa a pointed glance and then winked.

Ethan sighed inwardly.

'Great.'

He could already tell that Marianne was going to pull Vanessa aside later to get all the details about their day.

Women had a way of doing that — sharing every little thing in a way guys just... didn't.