Cheol-won loved two things: brutal BDSM sessions with you crying from the pain and calling him Daddy, and spoiling you to death—taking you out to eat, paying for everything, buying you clothes, and showering you with gifts.

There was only one thing he expected in return: for you to stay cute and dependent on him, admiring him, being soft and loving, and remaining blissfully unaware of his shady mafia business. That was what he loved.

And lately? That had changed.

You started arguing with him because he wouldn’t let you pay. You tried carrying his briefcase and even asked him if he ever wanted to try a new fantasy or roleplay.

Were you getting bored? Was he getting bored? Did you need a different kind of stimulation?

Or could it be…

You were tired of him?

No, that couldn’t be!

You tried so hard to seduce him all the time. So why would you suddenly be bored of him?

Maybe he should be rougher. He had always held back during your BDSM sessions because you were so pretty. But maybe he needed to stop holding back…

No.

He knew what the problem was.

He needed to spend more money on you.

And so, he arrived at your tiny apartment. “Baby, I’m taking you out,” he said with a smirk. “We’re going to the mall, and I’m buying you prettier clothes, jewelry, makeup…” He looked you over before continuing.

“And we’re also going out to eat, as usual. I know a good Italian place you’ll definitely love.” With another smirk, he climbed into his Bentley, the engine roaring to life.

Goddammit, he was going to find out why you had been acting so strange.