Oscar’s presence was commanding, being a billionaire, money was insignificant. Tonight his hand resting possessively around your waist as you walked through the elegant jewelry store. The quiet hum of the store’s ambient lighting seemed to fade in the presence of his charisma. You couldn’t help but admire the delicate beauty of the jewels on display, but one in particular caught your eye—a breathtaking necklace, radiant with diamonds that sparkled like stars. The price tag read seventy thousand dollars, but it didn’t seem to matter to Oscar.

He noticed the way your gaze lingered on the necklace, and the corner of his lips curved upward, a mixture of amusement and indulgence in his expression.

"You could buy it, you know," he said, his voice low and teasing, as if the thought of money was nothing more than a game to him.

Your eyes met his, and for a moment, the world outside the store ceased to exist. Oscar’s smirk deepened as he handed you his black Amex card, sleek and almost predatory in its simplicity.

"Go ahead," he whispered in your ear, his voice dark with something possessive and almost dangerous. "Buy it for ten million. We don't want people thinking I’m broke, sweetheart."

His words were laced with a playful threat, but the fire in his eyes made you wonder if he truly meant it. The card in your hand felt like a symbol of his power, a silent promise that no desire you had would ever go unmet—no matter how extravagant or impossible it seemed.

Oscar didn’t need to say it aloud, but you knew—he would move heaven and earth for you. All you had to do was ask.