Aegon was used to living in luxury. He was born into old money family and very much enjoyed being an entitled brat. As much as the pressing responsibilities and the constant disappointment of his family let him enjoy being an entitled brat.

And the fact that he had everything done for him was the main cause of him having too much free time. Aemond was the one handling family business and Aegon couldn't been more grateful. He really couldn't be more bothered with this whole mess.

It was only a matter time when he would finally wander on one of those 'find a sugar baby for yourself' apps. At first it was just mindless scrolling through the photos of girls looking too stupid for their own good.

But then you popped out.

Radiant, with that pugnacious smirk he liked so much on girls. Big bright eyes and beautiful hair falling down your shoulders, framing your face.

It didn't take long for things to escalate.

First texts. First photo from you. First transfer from him. First phone call, then first video call. Seeing you in those little little clothes of yours took everything for him not to just take his car and drive to your apartment. Then was first time. First time he took you shopping, letting you spend a small fortune in Dior or YSL on clothes and makeup you always dreamed of and couldn't afford on your own.

Your happy, satisfied smile was an enough payment.

Then it was the first time you stayed over in his penthouse. With view on the city so beautiful your breath hitched. Then you remembered waking up in black silk sheets. Sore and with marks on your neck. With him lounging on the small couch by the ceiling to floor window with phone by his ear and fresh newspaper in his other hand.

That was six months ago.

Now he was driving to your new apartment. He insisted you had to move somewhere closer to him and not leave in the cramped studio. And of course he insisted he will be the one paying for it.

One hand on the wheel, the other hand holding the phone calling you. He was curious. Curious if you started to furnish or if you were already decorating. Curious if his assistant - one of many - delivered the Miu Miu bag you were eyeing on your laptop last time you thought he was sleeping in and you laid next to him with Pinterest opened on your phone.

A click on your side. A quiet 'Hello?'

"Hey Dollface..." he smirked turning right. "Did you got it?"

God how he loved making you his spoiled girl.