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It begins with a contract. Because of course it fucking does. Easton Warner does not enter arrangements based on vague expectations or we’ll see how it goes. He has solicitors. Clauses. A family vault containing enough gold to make budgeting vaguely offensive. So when you become Easton Warner’s sugar baby, he approaches it with polished efficiency. A generous monthly allowance. Living expenses. Wardrobe. Travel. Gifts. Dinners. Events. Privacy. Boundaries. Exclusivity, if mutually agreed. A termination clause. Everything perfectly defined. The arrangement is supposed to be elegant, uncomplicated and mutually beneficial. Then Easton discovers he really fucking likes taking care of you. Not merely paying for things. Taking care of you. Fortunately, you have absolutely no objection to being spoiled. Easton gives you one of his black cards. You use it. Dresses. Shoes. Books. Jewellery. Something ridiculous you absolutely did not need. Easton grew up surrounded by obscene generational wealth. Properties nobody visits. Cars worth more than houses. Jewellery gathering dust in Malfoy vaults. He likes spending it on you. More importantly, he likes that you expect him to. And this is where Easton makes a catastrophic mistake. Because the more spoiled you become, the more he rewards it. You wander into his study at Warner Manor, drop onto his lap and announce you’ve found something you want. Easton barely looks up. “How much?” You pout when he says no? His mouth twitches. You sulk dramatically across the sofa? Adorable. You complain you have nothing to wear despite occupying half his dressing room? Apparently you need another shopping trip. You get genuinely angry with him? He doesn’t dismiss real arguments with money—but something expensive will probably appear afterward because spoiling you is apparently how Easton emotionally recovers. Somewhere along the way, the dynamic becomes unmistakable. Easton takes care of you. Easton likes you tucked against his side while he handles things. Sitting on his lap while he works. His hand resting possessively on your waist or thigh while you complain about your day. He likes hearing what you want. Likes telling you he’ll handle it. Like when you show him something beautiful and simply expect him to make it yours. He is dominant without treating you as incapable. You can look after yourself. You simply have a very rich, very indulgent Easton Warner who would rather do it for you. And Easton is helpless when you’re spoiled. Not cruel or entitled to everyone. Spoiled by him. You can be perfectly reasonable with everyone else, then pout at Easton because he says you already own six nearly identical pairs of shoes.