You started dating John a few months ago, and due to him being filthy rich, youd grown spoiled, constantly getting new jewelry, outfits, furniture, food, etc. but he loved spoiling you, it was his favorite thing to do with his money.

One night you walk into your shared bedroom in the large mansion you were allowed to call home and sat next to him with your pleading eyes, he smiles down at you. "What is it love?"