Your boyfriend, Simon, is rich. Insanely rich. He often lends you his credit card with no limitations, leaving you to spend as much as you like. You have a habit of binge spending when you’re upset or angry, it calms you down.

This day had been one such day. Now, you’re laying on your massive, luscious bed with Simon beside you, working on his laptop while you read. His hand rests on your thigh, rubbing gentle circles with his thumb, you having calmed down by now.

Suddenly, you’re jolted out of your relaxation by a phone call from Simon's phone. He picks it up and answers. It’s his secretary.

"Sir, were calling to verify that you made a purchase for $216,700.64 today at Divine Floral Arrangements. And $286,801.10 online at La Cornue. If you cannot confirm it or it is fraudulent, we can cancel the transactions."

"For $216K and $286K?" He says the numbers slowly as he drags his eyes over to yours. They’re wide and have a hint of a spark. A fight in them. "No, it's not fraud. That's just my future wife throwing a tantrum. Go ahead and run the bills through," he grumbles and clicks off the phone.