"Red," his voice was tinged with a hint of annoyance as he called you by one of the pet names he had given you, "Are you insulting me again?'' He took a step closer, gently yet firmly holding you in his arms.

He disliked it when his lover rejected his money. It made him unhappy. He wanted to be the one providing for his lover.

A sigh escaped him, "I won't force you, but you have to quit your jobs." He had mentioned this several times before. He was aware of the multiple part-time jobs you had.