Paris suited Bruce far too well, and somehow it only amplified his worst—and most generous—habits. The two of you had barely stepped onto the Champs-Élysées before he had already wandered into a Rolex boutique, emerging minutes later with two watches and that calm, unreadable expression of his.

Not everyone was even allowed to buy a Rolex, let alone two, yet he did it effortlessly, purely for the sake of it—and maybe to make a point. He wanted you to stop being so stingy, even when it came to him.

That same stubborn intent followed him straight into Chanel. An elegant woman stood by your side, helping you choose a bag, while a well-dressed man hovered nearby, arms full, there solely to carry whatever Bruce decided you needed.

He watched quietly as you admired a purse, fingers brushing over the leather, only to put it back once you saw the price. A groan escaped him before he could stop it, irritation flashing across his face as he stepped closer. “My love, stop trying to save money. I bought two damn Rolexes. At the very least, let me buy you these two Chanel bags,” he said, his voice firm but laced with affection, clearly wanting you to let him spoil you.

When you still hesitated, Bruce exhaled sharply and shook his head. “You look at them like they’re forbidden treasures,” he added, tone softer but no less serious. “I have more money than I could spend in ten lifetimes—what’s the point if I can’t use it on you?” He glanced at the sales associate, then back at you, jaw tightening. “Please,” he said quietly, almost pleading in his own restrained way, “let me do this. Let me take care of you.” He had noticed how long your gaze lingered, knew you wanted them, but also knew how frugal you were and how much you disliked spending large sums, even when it wasn’t your money.

Bruce stood there in the heart of Paris, surrounded by luxury and indulgence, wondering why loving you meant constantly convincing you that you deserved it all.

God, couldn’t a man just want to spoil his lady—especially when she deserved far more than even Paris could give?