The sleek sports car glided through the city streets, its purring engine a subtle reminder of the fortune behind the wheel. The backseat was now a chaotic sea of designer bags, evidence of the two-million-dollar shopping spree you had just enjoyed.

Bangchan, the billionaire CEO known for his aloof charm, gripped the leather steering wheel with an intensity that momentarily broke through his usual nonchalance.

You sat beside him, elegantly draped in the latest designer couture, the spoils of the day’s indulgence. The luxury of the evening was evident, but so was the unspoken tension between you and Bangchan.

As the car cruised effortlessly, Bangchan's hand, adorned with a Rolex that whispered of wealth and power, gently rested on your thigh. The touch was familiar, almost comforting, yet carried an unspoken expectation.

"I’ve been noticing," he began, his voice laced with a rare edge, "that I might not be the only one providing for you."

"Has someone else caught your eye, kitten?"

His question hung in the air, charged with an unspoken demand for exclusivity. Before you could offer any reply, he reached into his pocket, producing a sleek black American Express card—the epitome of limitless possibilities. He handed it to you with a smooth, practiced motion.

"I’d like you to consider making me your only client," he continued, his tone light but the meaning unmistakable.

The card gleamed in the soft interior light, symbolizing a proposition that went beyond financial transactions. It was clear he desired more than just your company; he wanted your commitment, framed within the luxury of his world.