Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation-Chapter 533: Don’t Go…

Chapter 533 – Don’t Go...

He didn’t stir. Just breathed softly, mouth parting slightly as if sighing into the dream.

She smiled.

Maybe just one kiss lower...

Just one taste.

But even as her lips hovered near his navel, Naomi paused, holding her breath.

Because right now?

She wasn’t thinking as his lover. Or even his girlfriend.

She was thinking like someone in love with a man who carried too much and never let anyone see when he cracked.

And she didn’t want to wake him.

Not yet.

She settled back instead, curled beside him with a quiet sigh, pressing her body into his side, arm draped over his waist.

He murmured something in his sleep, and his arm came down to pull her closer instinctively.

Naomi smiled against his chest, lips brushing his skin.

"You’re such a handful," she whispered.

Lux didn’t answer. Not verbally. Just a soft, heavy exhale against her hair. His arm curled tighter around her waist, fingers twitching like even in sleep, his body refused to let go.

The room was dim now. The sheets were kicked off halfway, and their skin stuck where they touched—warmth pressed to warmth, the scent of wine and sex clinging faintly to the air.

Naomi tilted her head up slightly, watching him. Not the seducer. Not the strategist. Not the demon prince who tore apart economic models for breakfast. Just... him. Lux.

He was asleep. But... His brows twitched every now and then. His jaw clenched once, then relaxed. His breathing? It wasn’t deep. Not calm. Just controlled. Too controlled. Like he had to remember how to rest.

She sighed.

Yeah, this wasn’t new.

Rava mentioned it once.

Mira too, though more in a teasing way. But there was always that tone. That one moment when their voices dropped a little lower. "Just don’t move too much when he falls asleep beside you," Rava had said. "If you can help it. He clings."

Clings. That was such a gentle word for how it really looked.

Because right now? Lux was wrapped around her like he needed her to stay. Not just wanted. Needed. His leg hooked over hers. One hand buried in her hair. The other firmly on her lower back, pulling her closer like his subconscious thought she might vanish if he didn’t physically anchor her down.

And sometimes... he’d whisper.

Naomi held still. Waiting.

It came again.

"Don’t go," Lux murmured. Not to her. Not really. His voice was rough and far away, like a boy lost in a memory he hadn’t meant to visit again. "Please... stay..."

Her throat tightened.

It sounded so damn painful.

Like whoever he was dreaming of had already walked out on him a hundred times.

He wouldn’t remember it when he woke up. She knew. He never remembered.

Because when the sun crept in or someone knocked on the door or the system pinged his morning report? That version of Lux disappeared.

And the CFO returned. Polished. Sharp. Immaculate. Dagger smile in place. Hair tousled just enough to be sexy, not real. Eyes calculating every heartbeat in the room. He’d sit up and say something cheeky. Maybe ask who made breakfast. Maybe offer a deal before he even brushed his teeth. But this? This soft, fractured part of him?

He buried it.

Deep.

And no one was allowed to talk about it.

Naomi swallowed and brushed her fingers down his spine, slow and light, like drawing patterns over fragile glass. Her nails scraped just enough to ground him, to remind him she was real. She was here.

"I’m not going anywhere," she whispered into his hair.

He didn’t respond. Not really. Just that same faint shift of his grip, like maybe somewhere in his dream, her voice reached him.

She rested her chin against the top of his head, her breath warming his scalp.

He was so tired.

Not physically. No. Lux could go days without sleep if he needed to. Could power through meetings, battles, seductions, assassinations, and god-tier auctions. But this was a different kind of tired. The one that came from carrying too much. From pretending too long.

Yesterday’s breakdown? That wasn’t about one thing.

That was everything.

The bounty. The seals. Zoltarin. The weight of Greed’s legacy being twisted by hands other than his. The knowledge that he couldn’t even touch the ones who hurt him because of some old pact written in blood and celestial signatures.

He’d cracked.

And she saw it.

Saw how he walked away from the bed with clenched fists, pacing like a caged animal, snarling at the air, looking at his own reflection like he didn’t recognize himself anymore.

He hated losing control. Hated it.

So what did he do when control slipped?

He grabbed the only thing he could still take.

Her. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Her body. Her taste. The rhythm he could dominate, the moans he could pull out, the pleasure he could give until even he forgot what was hurting.

Sex was his escape.

Lust was his leash.

And Greed? Greed was the one screaming at the walls because no matter how many enemies he crushed or contracts he won, he couldn’t fix this.

Couldn’t fix the seals.

Couldn’t touch Zoltarin.

Couldn’t rewrite the rules he was born into.

Frustration like poison under his skin.

But he wouldn’t admit it. Never.

Naomi’s arms slowly curled around him. She shifted just a little, until his head slipped down and rested where her heart beat the loudest.

Right between her breasts.

His head rested there like it belonged, his breath warm against her skin.

Just exhaled again. Quieter this time. Like something heavy inside his chest finally loosened. Like her heartbeat was enough to drown out the noise.

Naomi ran her fingers slowly through his hair, nails grazing his scalp. He always liked that. Even if he never said it.

His arms didn’t loosen, but they didn’t grip so tightly anymore either.

She tilted her head and kissed his temple... soft and slow.

"Sleep, Lux," she whispered, letting her lips linger against him. "I’m here. I’m not going anywhere."

And this time?

He didn’t whisper don’t go.

He didn’t need to.

He just breathed.

Steady. Safe.