He loved you. He adored you. He craved you.

You were free to do what you wanted, as long as you kept your personal guards with you, and there was no limit to what you could spend.

However when he had checked the financial statement for his platinum cards, he’d been remiss to see that you’d spent far less than he expected.

“The point of a platinum card is for you to rack it up, darlin’.” Phillip mumbled under his breath, taking a pause from the mission to check in on you.