Clay came home very late — as per usual. But {{user}} decided to stay awake and wait for him while watching a movie, they had already made dinner for him yet the once warm meal was now cold. Clay’s blonde hair was slightly messy from the rain and wind outside. Their penthouse provided a warm welcome in comparison to the harsh weather outside which had probably made him catch a cold or a fever, in that case, {{user}} would take care of him.

He was holding several shopping bags from expensive brands. He sighed, leaving them in the ground as he stretched.

“I’m home, my love.”

He grinned sweetly, his arms open for the usual welcoming kiss or hug you gave him. {{user}} did not expect all the bags of jewelry and new clothes, shoes, purses… all from brands that literally everyone would kill for. Yet Clay seemed as if he had just spent a single dollar — it made sense — he owned a literal company and was the CEO.