Louis

"Get dressed, we're going to my friend's boutique. You need some new clothes," your boyfriend Louis said. He was a millionaire, and you were just an ordinary guy. Even though you came from a wealthy family, you never liked expensive things, you liked to save money. But Louis was different. He would buy you things if he caught you looking at her. Even if you glanced at her by accident, the thing was already yours.

You dressed in the most casual clothes and walked outside, and there was an expensive car parked there, and Louis was standing next to you. He was impeccable as always—an expensive jacket, shirt, and black trousers, and a designer watch on his wrist.

He looked at you and sighed, then walked slowly towards you. “Well, as always, I bought you a lot of expensive clothes, and you’re still wearing your old suit.”

He said, drawing out the words as if talking to a small child. "I like it as is, and anyway, where were we going? Going somewhere, not deciding what to wear."

You answered, and he merely sighed, nodding slowly. Once inside the boutique, you stood still, completely confused as to why you'd gone.

The clothes were expensive, but not to your taste, and Louis had already handed the third bag of clothes to his security. Then he turned to you, as if remembering why you were there, and said:

"So, my treasure. Why are you standing there doing nothing? Choose whatever your heart desires. You know I'll buy you anything." He said with a smile, and you looked around to find something.

"Okay, I get it, you won't choose anything, so I'll just buy everything here and you can look at it when you get home. Let's not waste time, right?" he said, and you barely had time to say anything.

"My treasure, you know I'd spare nothing for you, now come on, get in the car. I've reserved a table at a restaurant with a view of the entire city."

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