All Chapters of Rebate System: From Poor Student To Billionaire Playboy : Chapter 11
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Chapter 11. Becoming A Millionaire
Melissa could hardly believe what she was doing. A date, with a man she’d just met that same day. Her nerves buzzed, her mind spinning with all the possible outcomes of the night. Some were innocent… others, not so much. The thought made her cheeks heat up, and of course, Harry noticed.“You okay?” he asked, glancing at her briefly before turning back to the road.“I—I’m fine,” Melissa mumbled, trying to calm herself. Deep down, she was proud of herself for taking the chance.They pulled up to one of Crestview's most elite restaurants, a place so exclusive that Harry had paid a hefty fee just for a reservation. Not that it bothered him. Whatever it cost, he figured the return, and Melissa’s company, would be worth every penny.Inside, they were shown to one of the best tables in the house. Harry immediately noticed Melissa’s reaction. Her eyes widened at the gleaming interior and the well-dressed crowd. She looked like she’d stepped into another world, her usual confidence shrinking a
Chapter 12. Wrapping up Date Night
The drive back to Melissa’s place was calm and quiet in the best way. Soft music floated through the car, and they talked in easy tones, sometimes just humming along to the melody. Before they left the restaurant, Harry had made sure to order some extra food for her to take home. He figured it’d make a good impression on whoever she lived with, let them share in the experience too. He knew from experience that people close to a woman often had a say in how things progressed, and he needed all the allies he could get if he wanted to raise that affection bar. “So…do you live alone?” Harry asked casually. The question might have sounded intrusive under different circumstances, but given the night they’d had, it came off as harmless curiosity. “No, I live with a roommate,” Melissa replied quickly. “But she won’t be home tonight.” As soon as the words left her mouth, her eyes widened. She hadn’t meant to say that, it sounded way too suggestive. A thousand thoughts ran through her he
Chapter 13 Mr & Mrs Langston
The night had ended perfectly, and by morning, Harry was back to reality, business awaited. He needed to figure out what was really going on with his “agency.” He didn’t know much about it beyond the name, but a quick deep dive on the internet gave him everything he needed to know.Turns out, the agency was practically dying. It was hanging by a thread, close to bankruptcy, which made Harry question why the system hadn’t matched him with something more powerful. A car had literally materialized out of thin air for him, surely creating a successful agency shouldn’t be a big ask. Still, he wasn’t about to complain. Life is good now. I am a fucking millionaire, he thought to himself. A sharp knock at his door pulled him out of his thoughts. Morning light spilled through the blinds. He checked his phone, no messages from Alicia. So, maybe she wasn’t as desperate as he’d assumed. But that didn’t bother him much; the agency could serve as another route to get her wrapped around his finger
Chapter 14. Clara Langston
The morning drive was calm. Harry focused on the road, but it was impossible to ignore the subtle scent of Clara’s perfume drifting through the car. It was soft, expensive, and somehow distracting.Mrs. Langston, like he always called her, sat quietly beside him, her gaze fixed out the window as she hummed along to the song playing on the radio. She didn’t seem eager to start a conversation, and Harry didn’t mind. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable, it was new. For the first time, he was sharing space with her without her husband around, and it gave him a strange sense of awareness.When she first stepped into his car, he’d seen the flicker of surprise in her eyes. She hadn’t expected him to own a vehicle like this. But after a quick, polite comment, she’d let it go. Clearly, her husband had already mentioned Harry’s sudden change in fortune, but she wasn’t the type to pry.A few minutes later, they arrived at Tonia’s school. Harry parked, got out, and walked the little girl up to the e
Chapter 15. An Eye On Alicia
When Harry pulled up to the Agency, he immediately noticed something different, fewer cars in the parking lot. Yesterday, the place looked alive. Today, it was quiet, almost too quiet. Still, he didn’t dwell on it. His mind had a strange way of keeping track of useless details, but this one didn’t matter. Inside, he was greeted by Rita, who nearly jumped when she saw him. “Oh, Mr Farrow! I didn’t know you’d be coming in today,” she said, quickly straightening her posture. Harry gave her a polite nod. “Good to see you too.” She wasn’t wrong to look surprised, he hadn’t told anyone he’d be dropping by. But then again, he didn’t need to. He owned the place. He could walk in whenever he felt like it. He looked pretty casual that morning: plain T-shirt, simple jacket, jeans. Nothing about his outfit screamed “Millionaire.” Even the watch on his wrist looked like something from a discount store, not the kind of thing you’d expect to see on someone who owned an agency and drove a lu
Chapter 16. Alicia The Gold Digger
Alicia was out on the town, blowing through cash like there was no tomorrow. The money Harry had sent her didn’t last a full day, by sunset, every dollar was gone. Designer handbags, luxury shoes, perfume that cost more than a house rent, she bought it all without a single thought about tomorrow. Financial responsibility had never been her strong suit. Why would it? She’d always managed to find another man willing to pick up her tab. And now by the looks of things she has two men she can live off of.But even with that careless streak, Alicia still had her own ambitions. She wanted to be a famous model, walking the runways in Paris, London and Milan, walking red carpets, cameras flashing from every direction, being on the cover of Vogue magazine. She could see it so clearly sometimes that it hurt. Yet reality had a way of humbling her. Her career was stagnant, her agency had gone downhill, and every new audition or submission of headshots seemed like another rejection waiting to ha
Chapter 17. Driving Mrs Langston
Harry hadn’t planned to spend his evening playing chauffeur, but somehow, here he was again, behind the wheel, waiting on Clara. He wasn’t exactly thrilled about it, but since they’d already shared some awkward car time earlier that day, this trip didn’t feel as tense.Apparently, her husband had passed along his number, which meant Clara could now contact him directly. A dangerous development, Harry thought. If this turned into a habit, he’d have to start screening calls. Still, he couldn’t really say no. After all, the man had let him slide on rent for months in the past.The call came through around early evening, later than he’d expected, but Harry didn’t mind too much. He had plans later that night with Alicia, and honestly, a later dinner suited his agenda better. If the evening ran late enough, he could easily use the “it’s too late to go home” excuse to convince her to stay over.But that was a problem for later. For now, he had a favor to fulfill.When he pulled up in front o
Chapter 18. The Candle Shop
Harry followed Clara inside, his gaze trailing lower than it should have. Even beneath her skirt, he could see the way her back curved in that perfect, natural arc that drew his eyes like a magnet. He caught himself staring and quickly looked away, shaking his head. What the hell was he doing?It was hard to believe a woman like her, graceful, confident, built like sin itself, was married to someone like Brandon. The man was kind, sure, but he wasn’t exactly… remarkable. Harry almost felt bad for just thinking it, but compared to Clara’s energy and overall vibe, Brandon didn’t stand a chance.As they stepped farther inside, Harry finally realized where she had dragged him. The shop was filled with rows of handcrafted candles in glass jars, each one labeled with poetic names like Whispered Desire and Velvet Nights. The air smelled thick with lavender and sandalwood, and everything gleamed under soft amber lights.He frowned and thought to himself. “We came all the way out here… for can
Chapter 19. Playing Games
When Harry finally dropped Clara off at the house, he let out a deep sigh of relief. As charming as she could be, that little detour had eaten into his evening, and now his mind was fixed on one person, Alicia.Back at his apartment, Harry unloaded the candles he’d been given by the redheaded store owner as a “thank you.” He wasn’t exactly sure what he was supposed to do with them, he wasn’t a candle guy, but he didn’t complain. He shoved them into one of his brand-new drawers, still not used to how different his place looked now.The renovation had gone better than he imagined. The painters had done an incredible job, though the faint smell of fresh paint still lingered in the air. It was sharp enough to make his head ache, which meant sleeping there that night was out of the question.Everything looked new, because it was. A massive flat-screen TV was now mounted on the living room wall, and the old, cheap furniture was gone, replaced by sleek, modern pieces. It looked like somethin
Chapter 20. The Date With Alicia
Night had fallen, and Alicia stood in front of her mirror, trying to calm the restless energy buzzing through her. She had no idea where Harry planned to take her, or how the evening would unfold. It would be their first real date ever. All the while Harry thought they were dating, she was only using him to write her assignments and teach her things she wasn't present in class to learn. Though she told herself she wasn’t nervous, the way her pulse quickened said otherwise.Should she apologize for how things turned out? Probably. Not because she meant it, of course, but because pretending to feel guilty could go a long way with a man like Harry. An apology could soften the edges, make her seem more vulnerable, more desirable. And right now, every move mattered.If she’d known from the start that Harry was this rich, she would’ve treated him very differently. She’d played a lot of men before, some generous, some stingy, but none with the kind of wealth he’d casually flashed. It made