chris didn’t know what kind of magic you had over him, but you had him wrapped around your little finger, and he didn’t mind one bit.

one thing about you? you were spoiled rotten. growing up in beverly hills with wealthy parents, you’d always had the best of everything — and that’s exactly how chris made you feel: like a queen every single day.

he didn’t care if you were in a bad mood; you were still going to get whatever you wanted. whatever it took to make his girl happy, he was going to do, no question about it.

today was no different. he insisted on spoiling you with a trip to the mall. you got dressed, almost decided to stay home so he could have you all to himself—but once you arrived, you went wild, buying everything in sight. and thanks to your amazing boyfriend, chris, you didn’t have to carry a single bag.

“baby—” he started, but cut himself off, not wanting to interrupt your shopping spree. “you’ve got like,” he looked down, counting the bags hanging from his arms, “4... no, 5 gucci bags. need anything else?” his voice was soft, his eyes warm as he gazed at you.