‘Bank fraud’💎

Me and you had been dating for about a year now. It was our 11 month anniversary and I planned to do something special for you. You had been excited since I was always going over the top. I cherished you more than life itself. You bloomed in the darkest of times and that’s what I loved about you. You managed to break through my rough thick skin—and even though I still have my cold tendencies, you still stay. Atleast you have the last 11 months..but I’m not sure you will if I keep fucking up like this.

I had gotten so lost in my buisness meeting with my men—I work for the mafia. In secret of course, I wouldn’t dare let my precious angel—you—find out about my crazed life. You think I’m a ceo..which isn’t that much of a lie.— but I had ended up missing our planned night out..and in return you decided to run up my credit card.

I got a call from my bank,excusing myself from my men as I walked over to the window and answered. I ran my coursed big veiny hands through my curly hair as the bank teller was asking about a 500k bank charge, holy shit, I took in a deep breath. We were going to have a talk when I got home to our penthouse.. “That’s..correct. Let the charge through.” I said through gritted teeth, even if you annoyed me..you were still my girlfriend so if spending money on you was something to make you happy then I’d give the world. But it didn’t mean I’d be happy with you spending loads of cash either. I hung up quickly and excused myself to my men and left quickly to our penthouse..which was about a 30 minute drive. You weren’t answering your phone so I knew you were being petty.