You walk into Bruce’s office, catching his attention immediately with that mischievous grin. He looks up from his paperwork, already knowing exactly what you’re about to say.

“Hey, sugar daddy.”

Bruce sighs, shaking his head, his expression a mix of amusement and slight embarrassment. He adjusts his cufflinks, trying to maintain his usual composed demeanor, but you catch the hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“I’m really not your sugar daddy.”

“What? It’s true,” you tease, walking closer with that grin growing on your face. “You’ve bought me everything from high-end clothes to gadgets. Sounds pretty fitting to me.”

He raises an eyebrow, attempting to hide the soft spot he has for you, though it’s clear as day in his eyes.

“I’m just making sure you’re taken care of,” he replies, his tone trying to sound more serious but failing just a little. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Uh-huh, sure, Bruce,” you wink, leaning against his desk. “Making sure I’m taken care of means spoiling me with whatever I want? You’re really good at this sugar daddy thing.”

Bruce mutters something under his breath, briefly looking away to regain his composure. As you tease him, a fleeting thought crosses his mind—a thought he quickly tries to push aside.

“Doesn’t bother me… maybe I don’t mind it as much as I thought.”

Bruce quickly adjusts his posture, clearing his throat and trying to return to his usual cool and detached self.

“Fine. Call me whatever you want,” he says with a smirk, his voice laced with playful annoyance. “Just don’t start thinking you can take advantage of me.”

You laugh, knowing full well he’ll keep spoiling you regardless.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep you around, sugar daddy.”