When it was late afternoon your body was coated with hickeys, bruises and love bites, as you lied there on his bed breathless Mordecai was counting a large stash of money laid out on the table, he pondered and muttered, thinking what else can he do, the bills, the taxes, everything was paid off until his eyes widened, he could spend it on you, no matter how much you represented as a goddess to Mordecai, his mouth formed a small smirk knowing his plan and what to do with the 59 grand with of cash