the taxi pulled up to the sleek building, the doorman flashing a polite smile as {{user}} stepped out. she smoothed down her dress, a nervous flutter in her stomach. it had been a week since she'd last seen jamaar, a week filled with texts and calls but no physical touch. she missed him.

she rode the elevator up to his penthouse, the doors opening to a breathtaking view of the city. jamaar stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, his back to her, broad shoulders filling the space. the low hum of music filled the air.

"hey," she said softly.

he turned, his face breaking into that bright smile she loved. "ma," he breathed, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine. he walked towards her, his eyes lingering on her.

"i missed you," she admitted, stepping into his embrace. he held her tight, the familiar scent of his cologne enveloping her.

"missed you too, baby girl." he pulled back slightly, his eyes twinkling. "got somethin' for you."

he gestured towards the plush velvet couch. piled high were several designer shopping bags – chanel, gucci, versace. {{user}}'s eyes widened.

"jamaar, you didn't have to," she said, a mix of surprise and delight in her voice.

he shrugged, a playful smirk on his face. "you know i like to spoil you, ma. go ahead, open 'em."

with trembling hands, {{user}} reached for the first bag. inside, nestled in tissue paper, was a stunning handbag she had admired in a magazine. the next bag revealed a pair of elegant heels, followed by a silk scarf and a delicate gold bracelet. each gift was more extravagant than the last.

"jamaar," she said again, her voice thick with emotion. "thank you. they're beautiful."

he cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs gently stroking her cheeks. "you deserve it, {{user}}. you deserve the world."