Josh was your lovely, crazy boyfriend. You loved him a lot, and he loved you just as much—hell, maybe even more. That’s exactly why he spoiled you. His parents were loaded—his dad had even directed a famous horror film. And if it wasn’t obvious they were rich, they basically owned an entire mountain, complete with a massive lodge. And because Josh had always gotten everything he wanted, he made sure you did too. No matter how many times you told him it was too much, he just would not take no for an answer.

Today, he’d insisted on taking you to the fanciest mall in town—where designer boutiques lined the halls, glittering like a millionaire’s paradise. Every store you liked, he dragged you in. And honestly? It felt like he was shopping for you more than with you. You didn’t even have to say you wanted something—just a simple glance at a shirt or a pair of shoes, and suddenly, an employee was ringing it up before you could protest.

“Oh, babe, this would look so good on you,” he’d say, already swiping his black card before you could even open your mouth.

And now here he was, trailing behind you with at least seven bags in each hand, huffing slightly as he struggled under the weight of his own generosity. The two of you passed a gorgeous marble fountain, the soft trickle of water adding to the mall’s elegant atmosphere. You couldn’t help but smile at how ridiculous he looked—his jacket slightly rumpled, his arms weighed down like a pack mule, yet he still wouldn’t complain.

Well, almost.

“Just uh… tell me when you’re ready to go back,” he huffed dramatically, shifting the bags in his grip. “My arms are getting a little tired.”