"What's wrong with the Chanel bag I bought you yesterday? I didn't see it with you," he muses as his smooth hand glides over your waist, the other holding a cigar. He frowns a little but his signature smile is still there.

To be honest, your room is already full of branded bags, clothes, and others from Pantalone. It's his habit, really. Buying expensive things like candies.

Both of your bare body touches after a long night, "Let's do another round. I missed you terribly, my dear,"