Harem Investment System: Getting Money And Women - Chapter 65

Chapter 65: Wakesurfing?

Chapter 65: Wakesurfing?

Vanessa Carter was a woman of virtue.

She was a racer – one of the best – and she had seen all kinds of men in her life.

From confident playboys to desperate fanboys, she had encountered more than her fair share of admirers.

That wasn’t anything new.

Wherever she went, men looked at her with hunger in their eyes, seeing her not as a person, but as some kind of prize.

There were some, of course, who tried to act differently – who pretended they weren’t like the rest.

But even they had their intentions.

She could read them like an open book.

And then there was Ethan.

From the moment they had met, he had been different.

He had the confidence of someone who could take whatever he wanted, but he never made a move.

Never let anything slip.

It was impossible to tell whether he wasn’t interested in her that way or if he was just exceptionally good at hiding his true thoughts.

Either way, it intrigued her.

Which was why she had invited him to the beach in the first place.

Now, as the ocean waves crashed gently against the shore, Vanessa let out a playful laugh, splashing water at Ethan, who barely flinched.

“Oh, come on,” she teased.

“That all you got?” Ethan smirked slightly, rolling his shoulders.

“You sure you wanna start this?” Before Vanessa could react, he scooped up a handful of water and sent a small wave crashing toward her.

She let out a sharp gasp as the cool water splashed over her, drenching her even more than she already was.

“You little – ” She didn’t finish the sentence before retaliating, cupping her hands and sending another splash in his direction.

Ethan sidestepped most of it, but some of the water hit him square in the chest.

Now it was on.

They went back and forth, laughter mixing with the sound of the waves as they tried to outdo each other.

At first, Vanessa thought she had the upper hand – after all, she was quick, and she knew how to use her reflexes to splash more water than Ethan.

But Ethan had something else entirely – precision.

Every time she sent water flying toward him, he moved just enough to avoid the worst of it.

And when he splashed back, he aimed perfectly, catching her off guard every time.

Before long, Vanessa was completely soaked, her hair dripping as she wiped water from her face.

She huffed.

“Alright, alright, you win.” Ethan chuckled, crossing his arms.

“Tapping out already?” She rolled her eyes but couldn’t fight the smile tugging at her lips.

“No point in fighting a losing battle.” Ethan gave a small, victorious nod, clearly satisfied with himself.

Vanessa, however, wasn’t done just yet.

Without warning, she lunged forward, kicking up water as she grabbed onto his arm.

Before he could react, she pulled him down with her into the shallow waves.

Ethan barely had time to register what was happening before he felt the rush of water against his back.

He surfaced immediately, slicking his wet hair back as Vanessa burst out laughing beside him.

“Cheap shot,” he muttered, shaking his head.

She grinned, brushing her own hair away from her face.

“Hey, you started it.” They stayed there for a moment, chest-deep in the water, the afternoon sun casting golden reflections over the surface.

The sounds of the beach filled the air – the chatter of other people, the occasional cheer from a volleyball game, the distant hum of music playing from a nearby speaker.

It was… nice.

Vanessa glanced at Ethan, who had his gaze fixed on the horizon.

He looked at peace here, away from the usual chaos of the city.

She wondered if he ever let himself just relax.

“Do you ever slow down?” she asked suddenly.

Ethan turned his head slightly.

“What do you mean?” “You’re always so composed, so… put together,” she said, resting her arms on the water’s surface.

“Even now, I feel like you’re thinking about something.” Ethan was quiet for a moment.

Then, he let out a small breath.

“Force of habit.” Vanessa tilted her head.

“You ever just… let go?” Ethan smirked slightly.

“I think I just did.” She chuckled.

“Alright, fair enough.” For a while, neither of them spoke.

They just floated there, letting the waves carry them, the sunlight warm on their skin.

Then, Vanessa stretched, standing up straight again.

“Come on, let’s dry off.

I don’t want to turn into a prune.” Ethan followed her back onto the shore, where their towels were waiting.

Vanessa grabbed hers, wrapping it around her shoulders before plopping down onto the sand.

Ethan did the same, running a hand through his wet hair.

As they sat there, watching the waves roll in, Vanessa found herself sneaking another glance at him.

She still wasn’t sure what to make of him.

“How about we try wakesurfing?” Vanessa stretched her arms above her head, letting out a relaxed sigh as the warmth of the sun soaked into her skin.

The beach had been a perfect choice.

The salty air, the sound of waves crashing against the shore, and the occasional laughter of kids running across the sand – it was a world away from the roaring engines and high-speed adrenaline she was used to.

And yet, even here, Ethan found a way to bring back that thrill.

“Wakesurfing?” she repeated, raising an eyebrow at him.

Ethan nodded, glancing toward the rental station near the dock.

“Yeah.

Should be fun.” Vanessa gave him a skeptical look.

“You sure about that?

It’s a bit dangerous.” He smirked.

“You’re a racecar driver.

You think this is dangerous?” She rolled her eyes, but a grin tugged at the corner of her lips.

“Alright, fair point.” Truth be told, she wasn’t worried about him.

Ethan was the kind of guy who didn’t do things unless he knew he could handle them.

That much was obvious.

Still, wakesurfing wasn’t as easy as it looked.

“You ever done this before?” she asked as they made their way toward the rental station.

“Nope.” Vanessa scoffed.

“Of course not.” He didn’t seem the least bit concerned.

If anything, he looked intrigued, as if he saw this as just another challenge to overcome.