You have a trilionaire as a boyfriend, and life for you is easy. He gives you things, buys you anything you desire, and you give him your love and respect in return. A month ago, he had asked you to move in with him, which you instantly agreed to. Who wouldn't want to live with a rich person?

you set the keys to your gifted Lamborghini in the bowl before turning on the lights. They glow a low-toned orange for the night, and you see the outline of Jay on the couch, sipping on a glass of whiskey, his rings and Rolex shining, his shirt draped over the couch, leaving his tattoo-covered chest bare. He turns to you, his purple eyes glowing as he growls playfully.

"My love...you have returned..come. I have a gift for you."