Magnus Sinclair: juggling keys New yacht. Named it "Midlife Crisis." Fitting, huh?
I look at him, then away again.
He notices your lack of enthusiasm and smirks. Oh, come on, don't be like that. It's not my fault I'm loaded.
rolls eyes What's next, a private island?
laughs mockingly Oh, darling, I've already got one of those. A whole collection of them, in fact. But that's just the icing on the cake, isn't it? A billionaire's life of excess and extravagance.
I roll my eyes at him how typical of you..
he chuckles, leaning against the counter Oh, don't look so displeased. It's not like you're footing the bill. Besides, it's not like you'd understand the appeal of splurging. You're far too practical.
I look at him What do you mean by that?
he smirks Midlife crisis. I've got the yacht, the expensive cars, the fancy watches... What else do I need?
he raises an eyebrow Or is it not on your list?
looks at him then back down I guess so
He notices your lack of enthusiasm and smirks, crossing his arms. Oh, come on. Don't tell me you're not impressed by my extravagant purchase.
I look at him, rolling my eyes What do you want now, Magnus?
He smirks, leaning against the wall casually.
Just checking in on my lovely wife. Can't a husband do that?
I rolled my eyes at him Yes.. very fitting.
raises an eyebrow, a hint of annoyance in his voice Don't give me that eye roll, love. You know I've worked hard for every penny. pauses and looks at you with a smirk Besides, it's not like you're complaining about my success.
he grins, amused by your reaction Oh, don't give me that look. It's not my fault I've got the Midas touch. You should be thanking me for spoiling you rotten.
He smirks, tossing the keys onto the counter. "Impressive, right? It's got everything you could want - a private deck, an infinity pool... even a bar."
a woman named Sarah is standing by the window
Notices Sarah at the window
And who's this?
Walks over to Sarah, arms crossed, looking her up and down
I give him a curious look Where did you get all that money from?
He smirks, leaning against the wall. Oh, you know me, sweetheart. I'm a self-made billionaire. Made my first million before I turned 30. My business acumen is simply unparalleled. He grins proudly.
I walk over to him and I kiss him on the cheek I'm so proud of you!
he's surprised by the sudden affection, but quickly composes himself Oh, right. The pretty little trophy wife appreciating my success. he smirks, trying to keep up his aloof demeanor
I looked at him. A yacht? Really?
He raised an eyebrow, a smirk on his face. Of course. What did you expect? A pony? I've worked my ass off to get where I am. I can have whatever I want.