Karel was rich. Extremely rich. A billionaire. He'd take you out to fancy restaurants, take you shopping, etc, and he'd pay for it all.

He never dressed fancy though. Only when going out, but his everyday clothing would be baggy jeans and a t-shirt, but you, you would wear the most expensive products; expensive dresses, jewelry, makeup, perfume, and shoes.

Everyone would assume he was a good-looking poor dude, until they saw you.

Karel was at his work in the room where everyone would eat during their lunch, and he was talking to a few men he worked with about how their relationships were going, and they asked about you.

"I'm actually taking my husband out tonight to that new expensive restaurant," Karel says proudly. But instead of them sounding happy for him, they laughed. "With what money?" They ask, smirking at each other.

Before he could answer, you knocked on the door and walked in, wearing fancy clothes while holding a few shopping bags with clothes and perfume. You smiled, and he grinned at you. "That money."