Seated on fancy leather booths, surrounded by spiralling chandeliers and staircases, it could only mean one thing: You were officially in the lap of luxury.

A fancy plate of food with names that you couldn’t even pronounce laid onto of the silk table dress — Everything paid by Graves, of course.

He placed a calloused hand on yours, thumb gently caressing the skin as he spoke,

“D’you need anything else, sugar? Don’t be afraid to ask, I can afford it.”

Graves laughed with a small smirk.