Rebate King: Every Beauty I Spoil Makes Me a Billionaire

The mood lightened a bit as they got into the elevator and upon setting their destination they both stood facing each other in the soft golden glow of the cabin lights, the quiet hum of the rising elevator the only sound between them.

Sophie’s fingers were laced gently through his, her thumb tracing slow, absent circles against the back of his hand. She looked up at him, her eyes soft and shining, and flashed that smile, warm, a little shy, impossibly inviting.

She gave his hand a tender squeeze, as if silently saying everything words couldn’t quite capture in that moment.

They were alone now, and they can’t be interrupted, she’s waiting silently for their first kiss together.

Taking the signal, Stan made the first move and then, slowly, inevitably, their faces drew closer. The air between them thickened, charged with anticipation.

Stan could feel the warmth of her breath brushing his lips, could see the delicate flutter of her lashes as her gaze dropped to his mouth and then lifted again to his eyes.

Sophie tilted her head just slightly, an unconscious invitation, and he answered it, leaning in until there was no space left.

Their first contact was tentative, almost reverent, a soft, lingering press of lips that lingered like a question.

Sophie’s mouth was warm and plush, tasting faintly of the wine they’d shared earlier. She sucked gently at his lower lip, a delicate pull that sent a slow shiver down his spine.

Stan responded in kind, savoring the sweetness of her, the way her breath hitched softly against him. It was slow, exploratory, every gentle suck and brush of lips building a quiet fire between them.

Then the kiss deepened.

Sophie’s free hand slid up his chest and curled around the back of his neck, pulling him closer as her lips parted.

Stan followed, the kiss growing richer, hungrier. Their mouths moved together with increasing urgency, tongues meeting in a slow, sensual dance, sliding, tasting, exploring.

The gentle sucking evolved into something far more intimate, deep, open-mouthed kisses that stole their breath and made the world narrow to nothing but the feel of each other.

”Hmmm~” Sophie made a soft, involuntary sound in the back of her throat, a quiet hum of pleasure that vibrated against his lips.

Stan’s hand rose to cradle the side of her face, his thumb brushing her cheek as he poured everything he felt into the kiss, longing, desire, the dizzying rush of connection that had been building between them all evening. His hands slowly traced to her back gently squeezing her soft huge butt as they kissed.

They were still lost in that deep, consuming kiss that didn’t even know when the elevator reached it’s destination and chimed softly

then doors glided open.

The interruption barely registered at first. Their lips parted only reluctantly, breaths mingling in warm, uneven gasps as they slowly pulled back just enough to look at each other.

Sophie’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes dark and luminous, lips slightly swollen and glistening. Stan’s heart hammered against his ribs, the taste of her still lingering on his tongue.

He couldn’t believe he had finally done it, taking the first step to the next level.

Beyond the open doors lay a private landing, intimate and hushed.

There was only one door here, cream-painted, elegant in its simplicity, with a small potted orchid placed beside the welcome mat.

The flower was delicate, its pale petals catching the low light, clearly chosen and positioned with care.

It didn’t look like something building management would have thought to add, it was too personal, too deliberately tender. Sophie’s touch, unmistakably.

Still a little breathless, Sophie reached into her bag and produced a sleek keycard. She tapped it against the reader with a soft beep. The lock clicked open with a quiet, welcoming sound.

She pushed the door open and stepped inside first, reaching around the frame to flick on the lights. A warm, golden glow spilled into the hallway, illuminating the space behind her.

”it felt good,” she said, her voice soft and slightly husky, still carrying the breathlessness of their kiss.

”Yes it felt good, you’ve got such soft kissable lips.” Stan complimented as he stepped in behind her, the door closing gently behind them with a final, intimate click, sealing the rest of the world outside.

Entering inside, he didn’t say anything for a moment because the apartment didn’t need commentary. It needed a second to land.

The ceilings were high. The windows were floor-to-ceiling along the western wall, and even now, in the deepening blue of early evening, the skyline beyond them was genuinely arresting, the city spread out in soft constellations, a hundred thousand lit windows blinking on against the dusk.

The balcony waited just beyond the sliding glass door, a small café table already set with slate-gray placemats and two white candles she hadn’t yet lit.

The interior itself was mostly the building’s original design, clean lines, pale oak floors, stone countertops in the open kitchen, but Sophie had been at work. A throw blanket was folded over the arm of the sofa.

A low arrangement of dried botanicals sat on the coffee table. Two framed prints leaned against the wall by the hallway, not yet hung, as if she hadn’t quite committed to where they belonged.

It looked like someone’s home. Someone who’d been moving in slowly, carefully, the way you do when you actually intend to stay.

”Well?” Sophie asked, watching him.

”You’ve been busy,” Stan said, observing the place

”That’s not a compliment.”

”It is.” He turned to look at her. ”It’s exactly what I meant.”

She searched his face, found what she was looking for, and the tension in her shoulders released by a degree. She set her bag and the velvet necklace box on the side table by the door with the careful movements of someone trying not to make a sound.

”I’m glad you like it,” she said quietly.

The room settled around them. Outside, the city hummed its distant, indifferent hum. In here, there was only the soft ambient light and the fact that they were, finally, somewhere without crowds, without Felix, without the forum, without any of it.

Sophie turned to face him.

Stan was already looking at her admiring her boobs, her curves her beauty.