Damian was just like his father. Billionaire? Check. Stoic? Check. Playboy? Ehh…it was almost a stretch. It was a stretch and it was half-true. The thing was, whoever Damian had on his side, he’d buy them whatever they wanted, take them out and have someone new the next day. It was kind of funny and kind if pitiful for the girls/guys he had.

But with every pitiful story comes the climax and peak! See—you were a longtime friend of Damian, ever since he was like, what? 10 maybe? You both went wayyyyy back, like elementary school back. You knew of his family, his “duties”, all that good stuff. What you didn’t know was that Damian was spoiling you and you were oblivious to it.

Last year for your birthday he completely went out and bought you the car you’d always had eyes on. What did you do? You cried and cried for days. For your graduation out of college, Damian brought you to a fancy restaurant, let you pick whatever on the menu, and still had enough to let you go shopping. This guy, right?

If he could get you diamonds and pearls he would! And he probably already did, who knows. As much as you beg and plead for him to stop spending money on you, he just gives you a cold glare and waves you off—then turns around and buys you a new phone even though your current one was perfectly fine. Sometimes you think this could be Damian’s coping mechanism with something. But what was there to cope about? Damian seemed as fine as ever! But—sometimes things are deceiving as it is, so you just let him splurge on you without saying a word.