Page 61 of Game Over

“Jewelry?” Charlie repeated curiously. “Like new nipple rings?”

“I actually hadn’t even thought of that,” I said, mulling the idea over and finding it had some gas. “I was thinking more about like, earrings? Maybe a necklace? Honestly, I have no idea what to get. I’ve never really had money—I mean I grew up pretty poor, so… I’ve never had disposable income like this before. It’s kind of exciting.”

Charlie took a sip from his smoothie thoughtfully. “And nerve-wracking,” he offered softly.

Right. The bond.

“Yeah… kind of.”

“So, what it sounds like to me is you need to fuck around going in to some spendy ass stores so you can play sugar baby barbie for the day?”

I laughed. “You think they’ll even let me into a place like that? I’m wearing jeans.”

He shrugged, reaching into his back pocket to pull out his wallet, freeing a black metal card from inside and offering it tome. “Give them this and they should let you do whatever you want.”

My credit card barely had a limit over five thousand dollars, and the numbers weren’t even raised from the plastic. This was… Unreal. The metal cool in my hand as I turned it over to look at the front.

I had to fight the urge to bite down on the card like a doubloon to make sure it was real.

Weird, but kind of cool.

An obvious wealth marker I’d never come into contact with in real life before. Sure I’d heard about black cards online—usually from sugar baby influencers bragging about their daddies. But I hadn’t realized that I wasthatkind of sugar baby now.

The kind with a rich daddy who took her on mall trips—even if he wasn’t the one paying.

This time.

Well….

“You’re really going to let another man spoil me and not offer to do it yourself?” I said, raising an eyebrow. “I’m so disappointed.”

Charlie pulled a face, disgusted. “I told you to give them my card, did you think I meant as a form of ID?”

I blinked, heat creeping up the back of my neck, even as I kept up with my severe tone. “Good little puppy, I thought you’d forgotten how to please your mistress already.”

He smiles around his straw. “Oh, you’re having fun now, hm?”

“A bit, yeah.” I admitted, my eyes training on a shop renowned for its bags with a security guard posted outside the door that I’d never considered doing more than looking into the front window of, much less walking inside of.

I took Charlie's hand and led him confidently, watching as the alpha stiffened at our approach, giving us an obvious once over.

To be fair, neither of us had dressed particularly nicely to mall crawl.

Who the fuck had time for that shit?

Honestly, I wasn’t sure if Charlie owned anything dressier than a gaming t-shirt at this point. They seemed to be a sort of uniform for him. Not that I was complaining. His collection was pretty cool and ranged from modern games to classics, something I could totally get behind.

Today’s shirt, a brutal looking vampire for a fighting game called Immortal Kombat, had piercing red eyes that seemed to follow you if you looked at it too long.

Cool as hell.

The guard opened his mouth like he wanted to stop us, and I held up the alpha;s magic credit card, making him stop in his weak-chinned tracks as Charlie held the glass door open for me.

The shop had to be nicer than my apartment, all marble floors and tasteful crystal chandeliers paired with glossy black accents that drew the eye like a shimmering oil slick.

Polished wood floors and well-lit, dust-free displays featuring purses and shoes lined the walls, a few racks of ready-to-wear designer clothes dotting the sales floor alongside the most expensively dressed mannequins I’d ever seen.

“What d’you think?” Charlie asked, nodding towards a display of glittering high-heeled shoes.

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