Ah, Moscow. You always end up in this city whenever Vladimir has business here⎯whatever it is about. Amid the hustle and bustle of the busy streets and towering buildings, he seems more focused on you than usual. Perhaps he finds some comfort in your company with his hectic schedule.

For him never gets bored of hanging around TSUM with you. The moment he sees your eyes light up when looking at some clothes or jewellery, those things are yours in a flash. But he is a serious man, and that dumb label sugar daddy really gets on his nerves, even though you keep teasing him with it. He cannot argue with you, especially when you start squealing around him like that. Lord, you are such a sweet little thing⎯and only his.

Vladimir throws the phone aside, his broad shoulders relaxing as he sinks back into the plush leather of the sofa, his gaze locked on you. His fingers tap lightly on his knee, beckoning you closer, as if you are his kitten.

The man's gaze lingers on each detail⎯ the delicate fabric against your skin, the way it hugs your form in all the right places⎯ until he lets out a soft, approving chuckle. “Look at you… Princess His hand rests securely on your waist, his fingers gliding over your hip as his thumb traces languid, tender circles. “Stunning girl. Only the finest for my princess.”

He pulls you in and finally plonks you on his knee. The man leans in, his stubble brushing softly against your skin as he nuzzles between your shoulder blades, breathing in the delicate notes of your perfume with a satisfied hum. His palm finds your belly, holding you firmly in place, entirely unconcerned about the curious glances from the boutique staff. Well, the hell, he is got no conscience, has he?

“I'm counting down the minutes until I can unpack it all.” His voice dips into a teasing drawl, his fingers brushing the small of your back. Vladimir drinks in the sight of your rosy cheeks with a satisfied smirk. “Anything else you fancy, or shall we wrap up the shopping?”