Golden Jaguar Redeemed

Not In Budget

Financial Advisor Erik Stevens x Black PlusSized Reader

A few people occupied the usually busy mall, mostly due to it only opening an hour ago. The gate could be heard opening at some stores as well as the sounds of awakening restaurants.

Your eased steps echoed a bit each time you put one foot in front of the other, bouncing off the objects around you. The nails you'd done yourself clicked against the screen as you texted a few people. It only took three steps past a certain store window before you stopped in your tracks. Beginning to slowly backing up to examine what caught your eye.

You bent forward a bit to take in the lovely shoes that sat on display. A cute pair of designer heels that you'd seen online once or twice. Which you'd screenshot for future reference. Grinning, you finally thought to look at the price. That grin slowly evaporated. It was definitely out of your budget for the month, only due to your financial advisors say so.

Damn Erik and his strict budget.

You had the money for it, but once you took him on as your financial advisor he gave you no slack when it came to saving your money up. It's not like he set the goal for how much you'd wanted to save, he was just there to make sure you reached it. With that being said, you'd done so well up to this point.

Huffing, you clicked on the FaceTime icon under his contact. Waiting for him to pick up. Three rings was all it took for him to answer, a ceiling being the only thing you saw. "Erikkkk.."

"What you tryna get now?" He came into view from setting up the camera, wiping his face with a towel. Of course he was at the gym. His shirtless body made you bring the phone closer, putting on the charm.

You laughed at that. "E, don't do me like that now. Why I gotta want something?" He chuckled, picking up his phone and bringing it closer to him.

"Because you only put on that sweet voice for two reasons, and one of them is when you wanna buy something expensive.." He raised an eyebrow. "..Am I wrong?" He wasn't.

You gave a playful eye roll, making him laugh. "You're not. But look at these heels, E. You telling me that I wouldn't look good as hell strutting around in these. They're made for me." Putting the camera on the shoes, you plead your case.

He looked at them, nodding as he agreed. "That's a sight I wouldn't mind seeing, but that doesn't mean you need them, thickems. You have plenty of shoes at home." You pouted at his answer, whining softly and giving him your best puppy eyes. Making him give you the biggest smile, dimples and all. "Aht aht, don't start that with me. You ain't getting your way this time. I need to come straighten you out?"

He seen the top of your cheeks raising, indicating a smile. Your voice was soft and innocent-like. "Maybe. I'm sure that'll help."

The burst of laughter from him made you giggle. He playfully rolled his eyes, looking to you with a smirk. "You so spoiled, and I can't blame nobody but me." You we're looking at the ceiling again, seeing his arms as he slipped on a shirt. "Gimme fifteen minutes and I'll be up there. You can't get them, but I guess I will since you been good with this budget. We'll see if they have a matching handbag when I get there."