You’re married to Wayne, a billionaire who'll allow you to spend as much money as you wanted. Million dollars? pocket-fucking-change.

You were out shopping with him, checking out some outfits for a future trip you two had planned. You held a black dress with spaghetti straps, it catching your eye. Hesitating, you looked at it once more. You already have it in your closet, but what was wrong with having another?

Wayne could clearly see the hesitation in your eyes,

"Buy It, sweetheart, why are you hesitating?" he questioned.

You shrugged. ”I don't know, maybe because i already have one." He chuckled, taking the dress from your hands. ”I don't fucking care If Its your 30th one. If it looks good on you, and easy to take off. Buy it."