Rebate King: Every Beauty I Spoil Makes Me a Billionaire

They stayed locked together like that for a long moment, panting, trembling, his cum slowly leaking out around where they were joined.

Stan kissed her softly, tenderly this time, brushing damp hair from her face.

”Fuck... Xenia,” he murmured against her lips. ”You’re going to be the death of me.”

She smiled dreamily, still impaled on him, aftershocks rippling through her body.

”Good,” she whispered. ”Because I don’t want this to end tonight.”

After cleaning up the mess, Stan glanced down at Xenia, who had already fallen asleep in his arms. Carefully, he carried her into her apartment, laid her gently on the bed, pulled the covers up to her shoulders, and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. She murmured something halfway between ”thank you” and ”streak,” then drifted fully back to sleep before he even reached the door.

Stan let himself out, walked back to the Huracán parked at the curb, and slid into the driver’s seat. His phone lit up the dark interior as the lock screen displayed the time.

[11:53 PM]

Three notifications waited for him.

Two were from Vivian. Confirmation that Eden Park’s representative had officially received Star Entertainment’s written offer, followed by a brief, professional thank-you for the evening. Stan read both with a quiet sigh and decided they could wait until tomorrow.

The third notification was from Sophie.

Sent at 5:14 PM.

A faint smile formed at the corner of his mouth as he opened it.

Sophie: [Are you done with that talent show? 🥺]

Sophie, Maya, and the others usually kept loose tabs on him.

So she had already known since morning that he would be in Velaris City to inspect Star Entertainment, and he had even mentioned it again later when Vivian informed him about the talent show that evening.

The message had arrived around the time the program would have started.

And judging by the status indicators, she had checked her phone probably more than once waiting for him to reply.

Stan typed back.

Stan: [Yeah. Just finished.]

The typing indicator appeared almost instantly, before his message had even fully delivered. The next second he got her message...

Sophie: [😤 Don’t you DARE go back to your place and leave me alone tonight like you did last time.]

Stan laughed quietly inside the empty car.

It was classic Sophie. Affection wrapped in possessiveness, softened by playful indignation that only worked because genuine longing sat underneath it.

Another message appeared before he could answer.

Sophie: [Come spend the night with me 💕 I already made food for you. I’ll warm it up while you drive 🥰]

His smile deepened as he started the engine, replying one-handed before pulling away from the curb.

Stan: [Alright. I’m on my way.]

Sophie: [😊✨ Good boy 😘 You know I love spoiling you rotten. Drive safely, okay? My heart’s already racing knowing you’re coming to me 💕.

I’m ready and waiting... I’ve been counting the minutes for hours now, just thinking about how sweet and perfect your lips and tongue feel against mine. Come here and kiss me already 💋 I miss kissing you so bad 😩]

Stan: [🙃 Ready??? You ready for what I have in mind?]

Sophie: [Yes, I’m ready 😉 Don’t tease me like that, Stan 🥰 You have no idea how empty this place feels without you. I made your favorite spicy grilled chicken with honey glaze tonight... and those crispy fries you pretend not to love. I even added fresh vegetables so you can’t complain that I’m feeding you junk 😋]

Stan: [You’re really trying to domesticate me tonight, aren’t you?]

Sophie: [Maybe... or maybe I just want my man well-fed, relaxed, and in my arms tonight ❤️ Come faster, please. Even the food is getting jealous of how much I miss you.]

Stan shifted the car into gear and pulled smoothly onto the road. He let a few seconds pass before composing his next reply properly.

Stan: [I’m not a kid, Sophie... but I won’t say no to good food and even better company.]

Sophie: [Hehe, you’ll always be my big baby whether you like it or not 💕 Come quickly, okay? The food’s getting lonely without you 🥺❤️]

Stan: [On my way, princess. Traffic’s light tonight.]

Sophie: [Good 😘 I’ve been waiting all evening... I even wore that nightgown you said makes me look extra pretty. Don’t keep your girl waiting too long, okay? I already miss you 💗]

Stan: [You’re dangerous, you know that?]

Sophie: [Only for you, baby 😊 Hurry... I want to spoil you tonight.]

Sophie: [Let me feed you properly like the good girl I am. Don’t you call me your good girl all the time?]

He could practically hear her voice through the screen. That particular tone she used whenever she was being intentionally unreasonable about something small simply because she enjoyed the space it created between them.

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he typed back.

Stan: [Well, I guess you’re right. You are my girl... my very hot good girl.]

Sophie: [That’s right 😌 Anyways, I also made baked salmon, garlic butter rice, and steamed greens 🥦 Plus a soup I’m extremely proud of 🍲] Sophie: [It’s at least ten times healthier than the chicken and fries.]

Sophie: [But just as good. Maybe even better.]

Stan: [Strong claims.]

Sophie: [I stand by them 💪 Though you can still eat it with chicken if you want...]

For the next minute, Stan drove through the quiet city streets in comfortable silence, his phone resting face-down on the passenger seat. Then it buzzed again.

Sophie: [Anyways, how was the talent show? Was it good?]

Stan: [Productive. We signed someone.]

Sophie: [👀 Who??]

Stan: [I’ll tell you when I get there.]

Sophie: [😩 You’re TEASING me.]

Sophie: [Fine. I’ll be patient. But you owe me ALL the details.]

Sophie: [I can see your car from my window 🥺💕]

Sophie: [Hurry up, love.]

Stan smiled to himself and didn’t reply.

Letting Sophie have the last word in exchanges like this was usually exactly what she wanted. Besides, his attention was already shifting toward the illuminated entrance ahead. The familiar approach to Four Seasons Garden.

The Crown Jewel Tower’s underground parking accepted the Huracán with the silent precision of a building designed for residents whose cars cost more than most people’s homes.

Stan parked smoothly, killed the engine, and stepped out into the cool stillness of the private garage.

Then he saw her.

And just like that, the exhaustion of the evening eased from his face.