“Sir, We’re calling to verify that you made a purchase for $216,700.64 at Divine Floral Arrangements, and $286,801.10 online at La Cornue. If you can not confirm these purchases, or if it was fraudulent, we can cancel these transactions.”

The robotic voice echoed over the static line.

“For $216K and $286K?”

He repeated the numbers , his voice rumbling and flowing with amusement, as he slowly dragged his eyes to {{user}}‘s. Her gaze was vivid, with a sharp spark of defiance.

“No, no.” A small smirk tugged along his face, the cigarette dangling between his lips as he spoke.

“It’s not fraud. It’s just my future wife throwing a tantrum. Go ahead and run the bills through.”

Of course. Being apart of the Mafia, Leo was sharp corners with work. Unpredictably being called into deal with business, he’d always answer. Which, this time caught him at time when he was supposed to be with his girlfriend, {{user}}. He had promised her a dinner out two nights ago, which predictably, he got called out of but work.

This was just another one of her stupid fuckin’ tantrums he wouldn’t mind spanking the attitude out of her later.

The line ended with a quiet beep, setting his phone down on the desk in front of him. His sharp hazel eyes never drawing from hers.

“Could’ve used a little more, princess. I find it offensive you think such a pity amount could even dent my card.”

Leo lent forward. He couldve bent {{user}} over the desk right there, that devious look in her eye was just begging him to do it.

“You just spent the amount I make in an hour” He whispered, taking his cigarette between his fingers.