Harem Investment System: Getting Money And Women - Chapter 96

Chapter 96: Pizza!

Chapter 96: Pizza!

Ethan had no idea how long Vanessa had been asleep on him, but judging by the growing numbness in his leg, it had been too long.  He wasn’t complaining – yet – but she wasn’t exactly light when she was dead weight.

The only thing that finally saved him?

The doorbell.

He perked up instantly, remembering their lifeline to survival.

“Pizza.” His stomach rumbled in agreement.

The problem?

Vanessa was still sprawled across him like a cat who had decided he was her personal furniture.

Ethan sighed.

“Vanessa.

Vanessa.” She groaned, burying herself further into his shirt.

He nudged her shoulder.

“Get up.

Food’s here.” “…Mmm.” “That was not a real response.” She peeked one eye open, looking up at him with the drowsy face of a woman who clearly did not care about his struggles.

Ethan pointed at the door.

“Move.” Vanessa clamped onto him like a koala.

“No.” Ethan exhaled through his nose, bracing himself.

“Alright, you asked for it.” Before she could react, he grabbed her by the waist and rolled her off.

She yelped, flailing as she landed sideways onto the couch.

“ETHAN!” Ethan was already up, victorious, stretching his stiff muscles.

“Sorry, necessary sacrifice.” She glared at him like he had just committed a federal crime.

“You threw me.” “I moved you.” “That was an attack.” Ethan smirked.

“Sue me.” She grabbed a pillow and hurled it at him.

Ethan ducked just in time, the pillow soaring past his head like a missile.

He whistled.

“Damn.

That almost took me out.” Vanessa stretched, yawning dramatically.

“Should’ve aimed for the legs.” Ethan rolled his eyes and made his way to the door.  By the time he reached it, one of the gatemen had already brought the pizza over, standing patiently with the box in hand.

“Appreciate it, man.” Ethan took the box and flashed a grateful nod.

The gateman nodded back.

“Enjoy your meal, sir.” Ethan stepped back inside and kicked the door closed behind him.

Vanessa was now sitting up properly, rubbing her eyes like a child who had just woken up from the best nap of her life.

She sniffed the air.

“Smells like victory.” Ethan chuckled, dropping the pizza box onto the coffee table.

“You mean my victory?” Vanessa scoffed.

“You kicked me off for food.

I lost the battle, not the war.” Ethan smirked.

“That sounds like a loser’s excuse.” Vanessa flicked his forehead.

“That sounds like someone who wants to get slapped.” Ethan laughed and flipped the pizza box open.

The smell of warm, cheesy goodness instantly filled the room.

Vanessa practically drooled.

“Finally.” She grabbed a slice before he could even react.

“I thought I was gonna starve.” Ethan raised a brow.

“You were literally sleeping.” “Yeah.

To preserve energy.” Ethan rolled his eyes, grabbing a slice for himself.

“You act like you just ran a whole race.” Vanessa took a massive bite, then looked at him like he was stupid.

“Ethan.” She swallowed.

“I did just race an entire Grand Prix.” Ethan paused.

“…Oh.

Right.” Vanessa shook her head.

“Unbelievable.

You don’t even care about my struggles.” Ethan snorted.

“Your struggle was being stuck on me like a leech for an hour.” Vanessa kicked his shin.

“Ow- Okay!

You win, you win.” Ethan held up his hands, laughing.

Vanessa nodded in satisfaction before happily continuing her pizza.

For a moment, it was quiet – just the two of them eating, the TV playing in the background, the atmosphere feeling oddly… nice.

Ethan glanced at Vanessa as she chewed.

She looked comfortable, too comfortable.

“Hey.” He smirked.

“So… about Melissa – ” Vanessa immediately reached for the pillow.

Ethan dodged.

“I WAS JOKING – ” She threw it anyway.

Vanessa, apparently, wasn’t done with her revenge.

The moment Ethan dodged her last pillow assault, she stomped to the fridge, yanked it open, and grabbed two sodas with all the force of someone about to make a point.

Ethan narrowed his eyes, still chewing his pizza.

“You good over there, champ?” Vanessa shut the fridge with her hip, marched back to the couch, and dropped the sodas onto the table with an aggressive thunk.

“I’m fine,” she said sweetly.

Too sweetly.

Ethan didn’t trust that tone at all.

But, being the smart man that he was, he decided to ignore it.  He swiped another slice of pizza, popped open a soda, and downed it like his life depended on it.

Big mistake.

Because the moment the soda touched his throat, Vanessa smirked.

“What?” he asked warily, wiping his mouth.

“You drink way too fast.” Ethan shrugged.

“I’m efficient.” Vanessa rolled her eyes.

“You drink soda like it’s a shot of tequila.” “Maybe that’s how I handle all my problems.” She snorted but didn’t argue.  Instead, she grabbed her own soda, popped it open, and took a tiny, smug sip.

Ethan narrowed his eyes.

“What, you savor it?” “Yes.” She sighed dramatically, leaning back.

“Some of us like to actually enjoy life.” Ethan threw a pizza crust at her.

Vanessa caught it mid-air, bit into it without hesitation, and smirked.

Ethan blinked.

“That was actually kinda impressive.” Vanessa wiggled her eyebrows.

“I have fast reflexes.

Racer perks.” Ethan took another bite of pizza.

“Oh yeah?

Then why’d I manage to push you off me earlier?” Her smugness vanished instantly.

“You’re still on that?” “I think it was a highlight of my day.” Vanessa grabbed another pillow.

Ethan immediately held up his hands.

“Okay, okay!

I take it back – ” Too late.

The pillow smacked him square in the face.

Ethan fell back into the couch dramatically.

“I am under attack!” Vanessa cackled.

“That’s what you get!” Ethan groaned, rubbing his face.

“I don’t deserve this.” “You absolutely do.” Ethan sighed, accepting his fate.

He sat up again and went for another slice of pizza.

Vanessa watched him closely.

Ethan paused.

“What?” he asked, mid-bite.

“You eat like a raccoon that just discovered pizza for the first time.” Ethan nearly choked.

“Excuse me?” Vanessa pointed at his plate.

“You don’t even let the food settle before going for the next bite.” Ethan squinted.

“And you’re just watching me eat?” Vanessa shrugged.

“It’s fascinating.” Ethan sighed.

“You need a hobby.”