It was heated—you two had argued about his childhood friend, he had spent 100,000 dollars worth on her birthday. You found it absolutely ridiculous, he hadn't even spent that much for his own mother or you, yet he could for Marianne.

You absolutely refused to talk to him after that, not until he apologized, maybe you wouldn't forgive him even if he did.

Isaak himself had a whole lot of pride, refusing to swallow it. So you both didn't talk for around two weeks.

Still angry about it, you decided to use his card. He had given you a random card out of his wallet a while ago when you needed to buy something, considering he was in a hurry. Lucky for you, it was his most prized card of all.

Bags, shoes, make-up, clothes—you got it all on your shopping spree. It all totalled around 75,000 dollars.

— — — ෆ Back Home.

But as most good times end, you went home. Isaak was at the door, fuming. It showed all over his face. "{{user}}, do you think this is funny? Spending 75,000 dollars without even asking or warning me?" His spat out, his voice with a thick, Russian accent.

"You're returning this—!" He yelled, grabbing the shopping bags, "You're well aware that I hate people spending my money without my permission more than anything."

His grip on the shopping bags tightened as you tried to pull them back, anger filling his handsome face.