trøuble. (s.w.)

twenty-two.

charlottes pov:

"yes, sammy, yes."

"oh, char, i fucking love you." with that, he engulfs me in a hug.

"i love you too."

i run my hand through is hair and passionately kiss him, everyone around us starts cheering and wolf whistling.

"come on, char, lets go shopping so i can spoil my babygirl." he says, smiling like a fucking idiot. "sam, no youre not spoiling me." everyone in the school knows sam is loaded and if he spoils me, people might think im using him for his money. "come on," he grabs my hand and drags me out of school. "lets have some fun, babe."

--------at mall--------

i stand, silently and not obviously admiring a beautiful louis vuitton purse. "you like that purse, baby?" "yeah but i want to buy it when i save up." i say with a small sigh, "i want to earn this purse." "why earn it when i can buy it?" he grabs the purse and runs to the cashier. before i can get to him, he already opened his wallet. "sam! stop! don't buy it!" he turns around, winks, and says, "too late, princess."

"alright, ready?" sam asks while swinging our hands back and forth. "yup." we make our way out of the mall and into his black mercedes. once we sit, i plug in my aux cord and king of the fall by the weeknd starts playing. sam reaches his hand over to me and puts it on my thigh. "babygirl, i wanna fuck you so hard." "then do it, daddy."