Travis stepped ihe old wooden floor creakih his feet as he lowered himself onto the worn-out chair by the desk. He exhaled sharply, his fingers drumming against the armrest as he pulled out his phone and dialed the number he had received earlier. The ringing barely sted a sed before the call icked up.

  "Hello, this is the manager speaking," a woman’s voiswered, crisp and professional.

  Travis leaned back, a smirk pying on his lips. "Good evening. I was calling about the store—I was told someone else is ied in purchasing it?"

  There was a brief pause before the woman responded, "Yes, that’s correct. Another buyer has expressed i, and they seem quite serious about it."

  His grin widened. "I see. Would you be able to provide me with their taformation? I’d like to iate directly with them."

  There was ation on her end. "Of course. Let me give you their number."

  Travis jotted it down quickly, thanked her, and ehe call. The moment the li dead, he let out a victorious ugh and shot up from his chair. He spun on his heels, fists pumping in the air as he danced around his small apartment, the sheer excitement bubbling over.

  ‘I got her number. Pretty easily at that,’ he mused, running a hand through his hair. ‘I thought I’d have to bribe that woman, but it seems she doesn’t really care about her job.’

  He plopped bato the chair, his heart still rag from excitement, and immediately dialed the he line rang owice, and then—

  "Hello?"

  The voice that answered was smooth, almost melodic, yet ced with a hint of fusion.

  Travis sat up straighter." Yes, hello. Am I speaking to Ms. Ha Ye-Jung?" He kept his tone polite, careful not to e off as intrusive. He needed her curious, not annoyed.

  There ause oher end. Ha Ye-Jung frowned slightly, shifting on her plush couch as she set her gss of wine on the coffee table. She didn’t recall giving out her personal o anyone, let alone a stranger.

  "Yes, you are," she finally said, her tone cautious. "Where did you get this number?"

  Travis chuckled under his breath. "I got it from someone, but that’s not something you o worry abht now. I’m calling to schedule a meeting with you, Ms. Ha."

  Ha Ye-Jung arched an eyebrow, intrigued despite herself. "Oh? What kind of meeting are we talking about? Sounds important."

  Travis smirked. "Well, that’s for you to find out. How about we meet tonight? I’ll send you the loake sure to wear your best dress."

  Before she could respond, the call ended with a soft beep.

  Ha Ye-Jung pulled the phone away from her ear, blinking at the s as the caller ID dispyed his ravis. She tapped her nails against the gss of her wine, lips curling into an amused smile.

  ‘Who the hell is this guy?’ she thought, but instead of annoyance, a spark of intrigue fred in her chest.

  She stood up, stretg zily as she picked up her wine gss and headed towards the bathroom.

  ‘Why not? I’ve been bored, holy,’ she mused, stepping into the rge, marbled space. She took a slow sip of wine before setting it dowhe sink.

  ‘Who knows... I might get something fun out of this.’

  With that, she turned oer, the steam curling around her as she prepared for whatever the night had in store.

  Travis sat at his desk, scrolling through restaurant listings on his phone, searg for the most exclusive dining spot in the area. After a few minutes of browsing, he found the perfect pce—a luxurious twenty-story restaurant that catered only to the elite. Without hesitation, he booked the eop floor, ensuring privacy for his meeting with Ha Ye-Jung.

  Satisfied, he leaned bad exhaled before heading out to buy an outfit. He didn’t want to go overboard with a suit, but he o look presentable. After browsing through a few stores, he settled on a sleek, well-fitted button-up shirt and tailored jeans—casual yet refined.

  On his way back to the apartment, he spotted a familiar figure at the entranam Juho, the employee from the store. A grin spread across his face as he quied his pad called out.

  "Yo!"

  Nam Juho turned, eyes widening slightly befnitio in. He chuckled. "Oh, hello. You’re that er from the store, right?"

  Travis nodded. "Yeah, that’s me. Didn’t think I’d run into you here. You live in this building too? Small world."

  They walked iogether, their footsteps eg slightly in the lobby.

  "You live here too?" Nam Juho asked, surprised. "Wow, that’s ued. What floor are you on?"

  "Third. What about you?"

  Nam Juho’s eyebrows lifted in amusement. "No way. I live ohird floor as well. Wait, don’t tell me… You’re the guy who moved into Room 23?"

  Travis ughed. "Guilty. I wao introduce myself to my neighbors, but I’ve been too busy. Guess this ts as an introdu?"

  "Yeah, I’d say so." Nam Juho grinned. "Hey, why don’t we grab some beers ter? I just o up my pce first."

  Travis shrugged. "Sure. Just knock. If I answer, I’m home. If I don’t, well… I’ve got pns tonight. Big date with a pretty woman."

  Nam Juho smirked. "Oh? Well, good luck with that. Wait, I just realized—I don’t even know your ."

  "Travis," he said, extending a hand.

  "Nam Juho." They shook hands before Nam Juho stepped toward his door. "See ya, man."

  Just as he opehe door, a loud, unmistakable moan echoed through the hallway.

  "~Ahh yes fuck me hard Oppa!~"

  Travis raised an eyebrow, biting back a grin as Nam Juho turo him with a sheepish expression.

  "It’s not porn, by the way," Nam Juho said quickly.

  "Sure, buddy. Sure," Travis replied, shaking his head in amusement as he walked into his oartment.

  He sank onto his coud pulled out his phoyping out a message with the restaurant’s location before sending it to Ha Ye-Jung.

  Meanwhile, Ha Ye-Jung had already finished getting ready, slipping into a form-fitting bck dress that atuated her curves. Her makeup was fwless, her red lips a striking trast to her por skin. Wheext came in, she g her phone and smirked.

  ‘Is he trying to impress me?’ she thought, tapping a manicured nail against her s.

  She grabbed her purse and checked the time. ‘Alright, time to go. But how should I get there? I have my lise, but buying a car on such short notice is impossible…’

  A moment ter, she dismissed the thought with a shrug. ‘Guess I’ll just take an Uber.’

  She booked a ride and stepped outside to wait.

  Travis, already en route, leaned back against the car seat, watg the city lights blur past the window.

  ‘Never spoken to a MILF before. Hope I don’t fumble,’ he thought, smirking to himself.

  When the car pulled up to the restaurant, he stepped out and looked up at the massive building. The t structure was made of sleek bck gss, refleg the golden city lights. A long red carpet stretched from the entrance, and a line of luxury cars pulled up one by oheir passengers stepping out in expensive suits and designer dresses.

  As he approached, a staff member sed his reservation code, verifying his booking. Just as the process finished, a sleek bck Mercedes Benz pulled up beside him.

  Ha Ye-Jung stepped out, effortlessly graceful as she handed her keys to the valet. Her long legs moved with fidence as she walked toward the entrance, her dress hugging her figure in all the right pces.

  She noticed Travis almost immediately, watg as he stepped inside.

  ‘is that him?’ she thought, tilting her head slightly.

  Uhe uests, who were mostly older men dressed in tailored suits, Travis stood out. Young, sharp, and handsome—but clearly not from this world of wealth.

  ‘Iing,’ she mused, a small smile tugging at her lips.

  The staff let her in without sing her—she was a familiar face here. She followed behind Travis as they ehe grand lobby, walking toward the elevator

  A uniformed attendant stood inside, pressing the buttons. "Which floor, Sir and Madam?"

  "Twenty," Travis said.

  "Twenty," Ha Ye-Jung echoed.

  They turo each other, the moment hanging in the air.

  Travis took a sed to really look at her. Up close, she was stunning—her beauty wasn’t just physical; it carried an aura of power and experience.

  ‘She’s as beautiful as a manhwa character,’ he thought, resisting the urge to whistle in admiration.

  Ha Ye-Jung studied him with equal curiosity. She had expected an older businessman, not someone so young.

  ‘I didn’t expect him to be so young… but he’s handsome, that’s for sure,’ she thought, the ers of her lips lifting slightly.

  As the elevator doors closed, the air between them grew thick with unspoken curiosity.

  This night was about to get iing.

  TO BE TINUED

  [A/N: First sex se uploaded on Patreon

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