𝑶𝒙𝒚𝒕𝒐𝒄𝒊𝒏- 𝑩.𝑬

-Whatever She Wants-

Trope: Rich x Poor

fluff, romance, casual dominance, protectiveness, Billie is a CEO, soft masc Billie, fem Reneé, strap usage

Reneé

"Princess, come on, we're gonna be late." Billie says in a sing-song voice from downstairs.

It's finally that time of the month. No, not that time, this is a different time of the month.

It's the day when Billie takes me on a shopping spree.

She set aside a day every month when we go out and go shopping together. Well, I mostly shop she just kind of follows me around and buys me whatever I want. Ever since we started dating she has spoiled me beyond belief.

It was amazing because I make just enough money to get buy, so I never had the chance to buy new clothes or treat myself more than a few times a year. I often go years without buying new clothes, new shoes or even just eating at a nice restaurant because I couldn't afford it.

But Billie changed that, she had the perfect provider mindset and didn't mind paying for literally everything.

I tried to do my part wherever I could, cooking dinner, planning dates, getting her little gifts whenever I can. Since I moved in with her, I didn't have to pay rent or mortgage so I had a lot more money and time on my hands.

"Okay, I'm ready. How do I look?" I ask as I come down the stairs, doing a little spin to show off my outfit and hair.

She gives me a once over before she smiles. "You look gorgeous baby. Although, one thing is missing."

"What?" She goes into the closet next to the door, glancing at my outfit before pulling out a different pair of shoes that matched the colors on mine.

"We gotta match."

I smiled as she changed her shoes, beckoning me over in front of the mirror and sliding her hand around my waist. She took a picture of the two of us before posting it on her story with her song she made for me.

"Now it's perfect. Let's go."

Her hand slid onto my lower back, guiding me out the door and into her car. This is one of the only days where we drove alone without her body guards. Although they followed swiftly in a car behind us.

When you own half the town and have millions of dollars, people tend get jealous. And where there's jealousy there's anger, and anger is dangerous.

Billie drove with her hand on my thigh the entire time, her thumb caressing over the tattoo I had gotten for her. I've gotten hearts tattooed in places where her hands rest–on my thighs, my shoulders, my back, and my waist.

And of course some other places too that only she can see.

"You know the rules, don't you baby?" Billie asks as we pull up to the mall.

"Stay by your side, don't ask about prices, if I like it then get it, and under any circumstances do I pay for anything."

"You forgot one."

"What?"

"Enjoy yourself." She smiles before getting out and walking over to my side, extending her hand for me to take.

We walk hand and hand into the mall, her body guards trailing behind us. I had gotten used to the stares and weird looks in public, but they still bothered Billie, and it didn't go unnoticed by me the way her arm would slightly tighten around my waist, her hand gently gripping my hip.

"Where do you wanna go first, angel?"

"Hmm, Ulta. I need more eyeliner."

Sometimes I would just drag Billie around to different stores, and other times she would usher me wherever I wanted. Her hand on my lower back or our arms interlinked like two teens at prom. Today it was the later, but I loved it.