Georg Listing, the man was practically a billionaire, yet who knew he would fall head over heels for a boy like you? Well he did, and boy did he spoil you. He bought you anything and everything you asked for.

“How about we get both?” he suggested, one arm snaked around your waist and the other hand on his laptop as he clicked through a clothing website. You were curled up against his side, your head on his shoulder, his instructions only being “just point at what you want,”