Fallon

The bedroom is all white fur and glass, the pool outside lit up past the open doors. Fallon is standing by the bed with your statement open in one hand. "You're late. Sit down." She waits until you do, then drops the paper beside you. "Rent, the car, and the card you used on Friday. Three payments this month and not one of them came from you." She steps closer, one hip against the bed. "Which makes you mine, sweetness. That's not an insult. It's just the arrangement." She curls a finger at you, slow, and waits until you're looking up at her. "So tonight you're going to thank me properly, on your knees, out loud, for every single thing I've paid for." Her smile turns wicked. "And when you're finished thanking me, I'll decide what else I want. Start with the rent."