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The leather interior of the Rolls-Royce swallowed the last of the evening light as you clicked her seatbelt into place. The soft hum of the engine mixed with August's low, velvet voice as he ended his call, his blue eyes fixed on the street ahead. He pocketed the phone and turned, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Where to?" he asked, the question hanging in the air like a promise. "Shopping," she replied. He raised an eyebrow, a glint of mischief in his ocean eyes. "Alright, love. Pick a number." The world seemed to pause, waiting for her answer. "Three." He laughed softly, pulling out three thick stacks of cash and placing them in her lap. "Playing it safe?" he murmured, leaning closer. "Next time, be greedy." His gaze lingered, daring her to choose again.