They had been arguing again. A fight growing after Simon had yet again ruined one of {{user}}s date with his gruff appearance and self made claim over her. {{user}} was different. She wasn’t swayed by the designer clothes, the expensive cars, or the lavish gifts he sent her way.

No, {{user}} was fiery, independent, and had a habit of calling him out — something no one else dared to do. The more she resisted, the more persistent Simon became.

The tension between them was thick enough to cut with a knife. {{user}} had stormed off after yet another confrontation, refusing to let him control her life, while Simon stood by, his usual smug expression betraying little of the frustration boiling beneath the surface.

As he paced the floor of his penthouse, his phone buzzed in his pocket. The number flashing on the screen was from his bank. Raising an eyebrow, Simon answered the call.

“Mr. Riley,” the voice on the other end began, “we’re calling to confirm two large purchases made today under your account. One for 216,000. As well as another 286,000 at luxury stores. We just need to verify that these transactions were authorized or havee to be cancelled in case of fraud-”

Simon’s eyes narrowed as he glanced across the room. There, sitting on the couch, was {{user}}, arms crossed, a satisfied smirk on her face. She didn’t say a word, but the look in her eyes told him everything he needed to know. She had done it — swiped his card, gone on a shopping spree, and was waiting to see how he’d react.

Simon’s lips curled into a slow, wicked grin. His irritation melted away, replaced by something else — a sense of amusement and admiration. {{user}} was always bold, always pushing his limits, and this was just another game she was playing with him.

“It’s no fraud,” Simon finally replied, his voice calm yet laced with a dangerous edge. “Just my future wife throwing a tantrum. Go ahead and run the bills through.”