"Is three thousand dollars not enough?"

Poe was leaned back in his chair at his desk, looking at you in confusion. His arm was outstretched, offering you the credit card, having paused his task of writing his novel.

Your relationship was simple. You dated him despite his frequent absence to write, he gave you all the money your greedy heart desired.

But his money only went so far before you began to want his love and affection more.