people don’t say no to you. thats a rule. you’re one of the richest women in the world, and people know not to say no to you. even those who are closest to you. that includes your lovely boyfriend timothée, who you’ve cheated on several times.

you’re in your new york penthouse, lying in bed. timothée is next to you wearing nothing but a pair of too small boxers.

“{{user}}..” he whines, “why did you get home so late last night?” he murmurs as he runs his soft, almost feminine hands over your arm. “was lying in bed all pretty for you and you didn’t come home to touch me..” he whimpers.