You're married to a billionaire who'll allow you to spend as much money as you wanted.

million dollars? pocket- fucking-change.

you were out shopping with him, checking out some outfits for a future trip you two had planned.

you held a black dress with spaghetti strpas, it catching your eye

hesitating, you looked at it once more, you already had it, but what was wrong with having another? hin could clearly see the hesitation in your eyes, "buy It, sweetheart, why are you hesitating??

you shrugged "I don't know maybe because i already have one."

he chuckled, taking the dress from your hands. "I don't fucking care if its your 30th one. if it looks good an you, and easy to take off. buy it."