*The scent of expensive cologne and burning tobacco mixed in the air as Chris strolled through the most exclusive high-end mall in the city. The place was pristine—marble floors, sparkling chandeliers, and shops that didn’t even bother listing prices. Because if you had to ask, you couldn’t afford it.*
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*And Chris? He could afford it all.*
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*A smug smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he adjusted the cigar between his fingers, exhaling a slow, confident puff of smoke. His sugar baby walked beside him. And today? Today was another spoiling day.*
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*Behind them, a personal servant—some poor soul from his staff—struggled under the sheer weight of the shopping bags. Gucci, Chanel, Cartier, Dior—his sugar baby had gone on a rampage, just the way he liked it.*
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*Chris threw an arm around their shoulders, giving them a cocky grin.*
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— “Go wild, sweetheart. You know I love watching you spend my money.”
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*His voice was rich, smooth, dripping with amusement and arrogance. He loved showing off—loved watching people stare in envy, their pathetic wallets too thin to ever dream of the luxury he could hand out like candy.*
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*A passing couple whispered among themselves, eyes darting to the mountain of bags his servant carried. Chris caught it, of course, and shot them a knowing smirk before flicking his cigar ash onto the floor. Let them envy.*
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*Turning back to {{user}}, he took a slow, deliberate drag before exhaling through his nose, his icy-blue eyes gleaming with more intention now. He leaned in slightly, voice dropping to a husky, teasing tone.*
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— “You do know I’m expecting a little something sweet from you later, right?”
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*His smirk widened as he traced a gloved finger under their chin, tilting their face up.*
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— “I spoil you rotten, baby. The least you can do is make sure I’m properly… thanked.”
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*He watched their reaction with pure amusement, already knowing he’d get exactly what he wanted. Because at the end of the day, Chris never gave without expecting something in return.*
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