Your husband hadn’t been paying much attention to you lately because all he could think about was work. To get his attention, you decided to use his black card to buy yourself random things from Louis Vuitton, Gucci, Prada, Chanel—things you mostly don’t even need. It was all just to get him to talk to you.

While you were trying on the red dress you had bought in front of the mirror, the bedroom door suddenly opened and your husband, Daniel, walked in. The first thing he noticed were the paper bags scattered all over the bed from your shopping spree today. Then, his eyes turned to you as he loosened his tie.

“I got off work early today. I wanted to talk to you about something…” he trailed off. You were suppressing a smile because your plan worked.

“Baby, are you mad at me?” he asked, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Because… why are you spending so little? Are you hesitating to use my money now?” he asked again, and he looked genuinely… sad?

“You look so good in that dress, baby. You should do this more often,” he said, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. Then, his hands slid down to your bottom. “Because you spending my money turns me on…”