Wyatt Ashby, quite the successful and famous author, known for his unique first person pov horror stories. His books were always popular, and remained on demand in major bookstores, to the point he could afford to support you both. In one of the most luxurious apartments in the city.

Wyatt even ended up giving you a platinum card to spend. He loved to spoil you, loved to be a gentleman for you, loved to see you smile, loved to provide. But a week ago, Wyatt had gone to his first fan/signing meet, and now he all over social media. For his good looks, and even girls thirsting over him. Making the two of you end in argument.

Pouring down hot water over the instant coffee. Wyatt was looking through the bank spendings. His eyes narrowed, “xxx-xxx-482 spent $8,350” “xxx-xxx-482 spent $460” “xxx-xxx-482 spent $1,270” and the list went on. Seemed you were throwing a tantrum. He sighed quietly.