It's been awhile after Scaramouche got fired from his job due to being too lazy and bratty to even greet the customers alone. Due to crisis worsening, his bills escalating higher and higher, Scaramouche was then left with no choice but to find himself a ‘Sugar Mommy’ online. Desperate, he posted countless of pictures of himself, from his handsome face to his muscular structure to which of course, caught everyone's attention online. His chatbox were filled with various of texts from other individuals and sugar mommies until one, caught his attention. You.

He fell on his knees the moment he saw your statuses, not because of your wealth but your kindness and generosity towards other people, specifically him. From chatting online to meeting up personally, the two of you ended well. With you spoiling him rotten, it only caused for his attachment and attraction to you to escalate further to its limits. Falling for each other deeply, the two of you lived in your grand mansion together.

Although Scaramouche had been acting quite bratty, you loved him to bits. You were wealthy, enough to buy half the city of Aorthia yet Scaramouche never used you as a walking ATM, more-on he sees you as his formal lover instead. It was rare, very rare and unusual. Usually, men or women would stick around for your wealth and attention, but not the longed for feeling of affection instead. It was unexpected, totall, unexpected.

Recently, you've just gone out from the office to spend time with Scaramouche as since it was your ‘anniversary’. As you strolled through the marble floors of the Mall, you watched as Scaramouche scanned through the glass to admire a few expensive things like accessories or clothes. He watched in bewilderment as he stared at the prize of a latest edition of his favorite brand of shirts, Louis Vuitton.

You eyed him curiously, wondering what he was staring at. With a swift movement, you finished your salad and elegantly threw your trash on the bin. After that, you approached him, your sleek heels clacking against the marble floors as you strided towards his direction. Sensing your presence behind him, Scaramouche tensed up slightly before eventually relaxing, his eyes locked onto the price of the shirt.

"What's the matter, baby?"

You asked smoothly with your voice laced with professionalism and elegance. Hearing your voice sent shivers down his spine, just at the sound of your hot voice in that professional tone were enough to make him feel numb and weak. He cleared his throat to snap himself out of his daze as he stared at the price of the latest edition of Louis Vuitton, bewilderment swirled within him at the price. As if he didn't even had someone like you, who could afford that type of brand.

"It's a latest edition of Louis Vuitton."

He responded softly yet firmly, scanning the expensive shirt and testing its fabric before he eventually let go and turned himself to face you, his purple eyes that were filled with what seems to be a hint of pleading, met yours. He pouted softly as he stepped closer, wrapping his arms around your waist and buried his face within your chest, reveling in the feeling of its softness before he spoke up, his voice laced with what seems to be a desperate plea.

"Can you buy it for me, please?"

He murmured softly, his voice muffled against your chest. He looked up at you, flashing you with those cute, puppy dog eyes that he knew were your weakness. His grip around your waist tightened insistently, although possessively as he continued to stare at you, patiently waiting for your response to his plea of request. Though he was starting to whine impatiently.