Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation

She hadn't even typed anything yet. Just stared at the blinking cursor like it might write something for her. Something flirty, maybe. Or casual. Or safe.

But none of it was.

Because nothing about Lux Vaelthorn was safe.

Not the way he looked at her like she was his favorite indulgence. Not the way he moved—like gravity was something he ignored for fun. And definitely not the way he just appeared in her life without warning. Like tonight.

Her heart skipped, then raced. Her breath caught just slightly as her brain caught up to what her eyes were seeing.

Lux stood on her balcony. Dark clothes sharp against the pale stone, his presence stretching larger than the shadows around him. One foot tilted forward like he was halfway into a kiss or a war.

He tilted his head, red eyes flickering with amusement. "Good evening, my love," he said in that dry, velvet voice of his. "Did you miss me?"

Naomi blinked. "Lux…? How do you—"

He didn't let her finish.

He kissed her.

No fanfare. No dramatic speeches. Just a sudden, sharp, real kiss. His hand found the edge of her jaw, tilting her just right, and his lips crashed into hers like he'd been holding back since the second he left the cafe. Heat flared between them—unexpected, unfair, familiar. Her spine straightened, then melted.

He tasted like bitter coffee and danger.

Her wine glass nearly slipped from her fingers.

She gasped against his mouth and pulled back, breath shaky, lips tingling. "Wait—hold on. How do you know where I live?"

Lux's smirk deepened. "I tracked you using my system."

She gawked at him, color rising in her cheeks. "Your… system? Like what, a phone tracker?"

"No. My system." He tapped his temple. "The one that can scan wealth, blessings, net worth, and tell me how many heirs a noble family's hiding in their side estate."

She blinked again, not sure if he was joking. "That's illegal."

"So is appearing on a rich girl's balcony uninvited," he said breezily. "And yet, here I am."

She stared at him. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out. Then she tried again. "How did you get here?"

"I teleported."

"From the hotel?"

"It took a few jumps," he admitted. "Bit of a long-range sprint. Definitely need to unlock that Portal skill soon."

"Lux…"

He took a step closer, and the wine in her glass rippled.

She stepped back instinctively, then stopped herself. She didn't want distance.

She just… didn't know how to have him.

"So," she tried again, voice unsteady, "what you said before is real? You can find me. Just like that."

"Yeah." He didn't even blink. "Delacour's mansion is a blip on the radar. A golden dot. All your family's investments are like lighthouses for someone like me."

She swallowed. "And the cameras…?"

"Handled," he said with a wink.

Naomi gawked. "You hacked my family's security system?"

"No," he corrected. "Corvus did. It's a trivial thing for me."

She blinked again. Her cheeks were warm. Her chest was loud.

Lux tilted her chin gently, thumb brushing her cheek. "Let's drop all this tech talk and focus on what matters."

His voice dropped lower, smooth as sin. "You missed me. Right?"

Her mouth opened. Then closed. She looked down at her phone again. The chat app was still open. The cursor still blinking. Accusingly.

"…Yes," she whispered, blushing. "A bit."

Lux gave her a scandalized look. "A bit? That's insulting."

She tried not to grin. "I mean, I didn't cry."

"Your body tells a different story," he teased, his fingers brushing along the skin just beneath her collarbone. "I see the blush. I hear your heart."

"Lux," she hissed, glancing around, "we're still on the balcony."

"I know."

"I have staff."

He leaned forward again, lips just grazing hers, breath hot. "Let them watch."

"Lux."

She shoved him back lightly and grabbed his wrist. "Inside. Now."

Lux followed with a low chuckle. "I like it when you give commands."

She dragged him through the tall French doors into her room, closing them with a quiet click behind her.

And then he stopped.

Because… her room was not what he expected.

It was beautiful, yes. Elegant, high ceilings, spotless windows. Everything screamed money. But not in the playful, indulgent way he usually see in woman's room. No pinks, no warm yellows. No plush toys or cozy lamps.

No personality.

It was minimalist. Gray. Clean. Luxurious—but cold.

Like a hotel suite that had never been slept in.

Like a prison cell, gilded in gold leaf.

And it hit him—this was a room designed for someone who wasn't allowed to be herself. Who was expected to perform. To host. To marry the right man. To look good in press releases.

It was the kind of room he had back in the infernal realm.

Naomi paused, sensing his shift.

"You want something to drink?" she offered, stepping toward the cart near the vanity. "I have sparkling water, a few juices. Maybe something stronger…"

She reached for a bottle.

Lux didn't let her go.

He caught her wrist mid-motion and pulled her gently, but firmly, back to him.

"I didn't come here for a drink," he murmured, voice low, lips brushing the shell of her ear.

She froze.

"I came here for you."

Her breath hitched.

He shifted closer, pressing her hand against his chest. "You're the coffee I want to drink."

She looked up at him—eyes wide, lips parted. The blush returned. A flush of heat ran down her neck, her ears, her chest.

"Lux…"

"You waited for me," he said.

"I didn't say that."

"You didn't say anything," he countered. "That's how I knew."

She didn't know what to do with her hands. Or her thoughts. Or the heat twisting in her gut.

"Tell me to leave," Lux whispered. "And I will."

She said nothing.

"Tell me to stop—"

Her lips crashed into his before he could finish.

Not sweet. Not cautious. But desperate. Her hands curled in his coat, dragging him closer, and he answered with a low groan that vibrated through her bones.