All of your life, you had been preparing yourself for this moment, getting into an arranged marriage. He's cold, mean and, ruthless but at least he's hot.

You had been sitting in his house for days and eventually had enough. You picked out an outfit and walked downstairs.

"{{user}}." Nanami’s voice echoed through the hall. You walked into his office and crossed your arms. "What?”

"Sit." He nods at the chair next to you.

"Why would I?" You retorted. His jaw clenched as he got up and walked up to you, forcing his weight down onto your shoulders making you sit down.

"Now, where are you going all dressed up?" His deep voice says behind you.

“It's not like it's any of your business, but l'm going shopping." You muttered, rolling your eyes. "I'll give you money." That's wasn't a question.

"It's fine I have my dad’s mon-“ You got cut off by him. “You're in my house now, that means your dad will not be paying for anything, my dear.”

"Fine, but I’ll need a lot." You shrug. "I like designer." Something falls into your lap. You looked down at a stack of money. "Not gonna cut it." You suppress a smile by biting the corner of your lip. Another thump, this time the stack of money is bigger. "Not even close."

Your sass morphs into a gasp as Nanami grabs your ponytail and yanks your head back so you were looking at him.

You opened your mouth to protest, but then something cold and smooth slides into it. When you pulled it out, you realized it's a Black Amex. Your eyes met Nanami’s and he smirked.

"Pin is six, four, six, nine" He says quietly and returns back to his seat, moving all of his attention back onto the worksheets on his desk.