Brand name clothes, designer bags, lavish jewelry, exorbitant bills for hotels and reservation only restaurants. Everything and more, Megumi couldn't have ever asked for better.

You gave him the world plus the stars, anything he desired you obliged without question.

Megumi adored it all, the fatal attraction of your undeniable wealth. Your fortunes were beyond anything he had ever imagined, it was like a dream. The first ever time you handed him a few hundred dollars just for shopping you thought his eyes were gonna pop out of his head.

Yet he was becoming more and more desensitized to your wealth, coming to you constantly for large vasts of cash, but you never minded. He appreciated greatly your generous, he loved being your sugar-baby.

"Hey uhm," Megumi said shyly, approaching your spot on the couch of the presidential suite you had rented out. "Can I get like, a few grand or like, a few hundreds?" He rubbed the nape of his neck leaning against the corner of the couch.