#greedy

Robby had barely been home since you last saw him, but one night when you were feeling particularly brave, and he had just gotten home from his shift, you crossed the street and knocked on his door. He answered it looking like he had gone ten rounds in the ring and lost. The dark circles under his eyes were deep, and his posture screamed exhaustion and defeat. He was polite about it, but he said he was dead on his feet and didn’t have time for you. It stung, and you could tell he felt guilty about it, but your pout didn’t work on him the same way it did on Jack. You wished him a good night and returned to your house with your tail tucked between your legs. 

You knew that if you were going to see Robby, it had to be on his terms. Just because you weren’t going to make the first move didn’t mean you couldn’t give him a little push in the right direction. 

The weather had been bipolar, each week alternating between scorching hot and damp, cold, and rainy. It was ninety degrees out and sunny as summer quickly approached, and you decided to take the opportunity to tease, just a bit. 

You put on your tiniest bikini, collected your book, water bottle, and sunglasses, and headed outside to the front lawn. Sure, you had a perfectly suitable backyard to tan in, but only the old lady next door would have seen you. You sat down in a chair you stole from the porch and stretched your legs out, wiggling your bare toes in the grass. The sun was hot on your skin, and you immediately began to sweat. Before long, you were glistening in the golden afternoon sun, posed and primed for Robby to see when he got home from work. 

You found it difficult to concentrate on your book as you anxiously waited for Robby’s arrival. The plan had sounded solid, but now that you were actually out there, you felt a little pathetic. You stripped down, oiled up, and put yourself on display for a man who might not even care. Insecurity was starting to build, so you took out your phone and pulled up Jack’s contact, because he was always eager to quell all of your anxieties. 

You took a picture of your bare torso with the front-facing camera. It featured some of your breasts, the thin strap of your bottoms cutting into the flesh of your hip, and the expanse of your stomach. It was hot, in your humble opinion. Without much more thought, you sent it to Jack. Though he was supposed to be sleeping at this time of the afternoon, he texted back almost immediately. 

Jack <3: God, I want to sink my teeth into you, babydoll. Give the neighbors a good show for me ;)

Leave it to Jack to make things worse without realizing. 

You: I’m trying! Missing you, Daddy </3 

Jack <3: Missing my girl. 

Smiling to yourself, you put your phone in the shade under your chair and resume your book. You forced yourself to concentrate for fifteen pages before your attention strayed. The rough sound of a pickup truck’s engine rumbled down the street, and your ears perked up. You didn’t check the time, but it had to have been too early for Robby to be home. You kept your eyes glued to the page, but you weren’t reading. You were trying to look nonchalant in case it was him, and to your surprise, it was his Dodge that rounded the corner. 

He parked in front of the garage and got out of the car quickly. With his backpack slung over his shoulder, he locked his car and located the key to his front door. During his journey from the driveway to the door, he looked your way and stopped dead in his tracks. It took all of your willpower not to look up from your book. He stood for a moment, seemingly debating whether to say something, debating what to say.

“Careful you don’t melt out here, sweetheart!” he called. You suppressed a satisfied smirk.

“Will you save me if I get heatstroke?” you responded, coyly looking up from your book.

Robby ran his hand over his beard. He was already sweating during his drive, even with the air conditioning on full blast, but now he was the one at risk of melting. Instead of doing the smart, responsible thing of heading inside to rest after a well-deserved half day, Robby dropped his bag in the grass and headed over to you.

“Have you been drinking water? Had something to eat today?” he asked as he approached. You folded your book in your lap, but you didn’t remove your finger that was saving your page. 

“I have.” 

He was right next to you, but he stood off to the side so as not to block the sun from glittering on your skin. “Then a healthy girl like you shouldn’t get heatstroke. Not just by sitting here, looking pretty, at least.” He was using what you imagined his “doctor voice” to be, but there was an edge of flirtation to it that you hoped he didn’t use on patients. 

You hummed in acknowledgment and picked up your book again, turning your attention away from him. You told yourself that you weren’t going to play games with him, but he was turning out to be more of a difficult case than you expected. Your dismissal didn’t deter him at all.

“If you want,” he started, “you could come over and lay by the pool. It’s nothing special, but I’m sure it’s better than lying out here for all the neighbors to stare.”

There was only one neighbor who would stare, and he knew it. He also knew that despite your teasing, you were dying for his attention. There was no point in denying it, but you weren’t going to give up your game yet.

“Depends,” you said, pushing your sunglasses up to your forehead.

“On?”

“If you’re going to join me.”

Robby had to stop himself from groaning. You were a wet dream come true. A sweet, kind girl who was sexy in a cute, innocent kind of way. At least, upon first glance, you were. Underneath that good girl facade, you were insatiable. You weren’t afraid to go after what you wanted, and Robby didn’t know many good girls who wanted their hot older neighbor to plow them through the couch. You were sweet enough to make him fall, but dangerous enough to break him. He tried to keep his distance; he knew better than to get involved with a younger girl, but he couldn’t help it. Your pull was too strong. 

“I’ll join,” he finally responded. 

You fully closed your book and smiled. “Lead the way.”

The pool was small, but you weren’t going to turn your nose up at an inground on such a hot day. It clearly didn’t get much use, but it was well-maintained, as was the rest of the backyard. You figured it made sense, since you frequently saw the pool and lawn care service trucks in his driveway. It was a little bittersweet to think about Robby taking the extra step to have those things maintained, even when no one, not even him, was home to appreciate it. 

You laid down on a lounge chair that was positioned perfectly in the sun, and sighed as the beam quickly heated your cheeks. Even without opening your eyes, you could tell Robby was staring. 

“Thought you were going to join?”

He didn’t respond, but you could hear the rustling of clothes. You chanced a look, nervous he would catch you even though you were wearing sunglasses, and took in the sight of him in nothing but his boxers. He walked over and sat down in the chair next to you, stretching out in a similar fashion. 

The silver strands mixed in with his dark chest hair sparkled, and you were thankful that your dark glasses helped shield your stare. He was pale; he hadn’t gotten nearly as much sun as you did this week. Stuck in the cave that was the ED, you were surprised he wasn’t vitamin D deficient. 

“Not doing much reading over there,” he said, eyes closed as he faced the bright sun. Of course he knew you were staring. You clenched your jaw, slightly annoyed that he had you alone, sweating in a bikini, and he still wasn’t making a move.

“I’m going for a swim,” you said instead of taking his bait. You stood up from the chair, dropped your book and sunglasses, and walked over to the edge of the pool to dip your toe in. The water was cool, contrasting with the hot, humid air. You slowly descended the stairs, making a show of submerging your warm skin because you knew Robby was watching. If the two of you were just going to have a staring contest the whole afternoon, then fine. You would at least give him something to stare at.

Once you reached the bottom step, you pushed yourself off and swam underwater until you reached the opposite wall. You wiped the water from your face, then floated on your back, allowing the sun to warm your now-cooled skin. You stayed like that for a moment, then brought your feet back down to the bottom to stand. Making your way over to the edge, you pushed yourself up to see Robby, who was now sitting upright, staring at the droplets of water that ran down the valley of your breasts. 

“Sweetheart,” he groaned. You gave a sweet, innocent smile in return. 

“I’m lonely over here,” you said, attempting your pout again. This time, it worked. 

He walked over, sitting down on the deck next to you and letting his legs dangle in the water. You were eye level with his knees, and were looking up at him with those big eyes that had been haunting him. He gently took hold of your chin and stroked his thumb over your jaw while tilting your face up at him. 

“You shouldn’t be here, kid,” he said, though it seemed like he was forcing himself to say it. Like it burned his tongue on the way out.

“You invited me.”

Robby sighed. “I shouldn’t have.” He didn’t let go of your face.

You brought your hands up to his wrist and held onto it gently. You ducked your head to press sticky lip gloss kisses to his palm, and you could see him melt under your touch. 

“I’m a big girl, Dr. Robby,” you said softly. Robby rolled his neck as he considered what to say next. “I know what I’m doing.”

“It’s not you I’m worried about, honey.” You blinked up at him, not quite sure what he meant. “I told you, you’re trouble. I’m too old to get in deep with trouble.”

You thought about Jack, how, despite him being the older one, he was more trouble than you were. How he was never afraid of the gritty, ugly, messy stuff. 

“I can be good.”

Robby scoffed quietly. “Yeah, right.”

“I can,” you urged. “I just need the chance.”

You moved so you were in front of his legs and pushed his knees apart to move between them. The position made your eyes look even bigger, made you look even fucking sweeter. Even more irresistible. 

“The chance to break my heart?” he said teasingly, but there was an undertone of sincerity there. 

“I won’t break your heart,” you said as your hands crept up his thighs. He watched your movements intently. You could see the resistance draining from his body. You already had him wrapped around your finger. 

Your fingers found the waistband of his boxers, and you tugged on them gently. He lifted his hips, allowing you to pull them down enough to free his cock. You could see the battle on his face, and you gently stroked the length of him. Self-consciousness prickled at the back of his neck, not used to being so exposed in even semi-public, even if there was no one around to see.

“I shouldn’t want you,” he said, though he didn’t really know why. He knew you weren’t going to stop unless he explicitly told you so, and his animal urges were stronger than any of the reasonable voices in his head. “You shouldn’t want me.”

“Why shouldn’t I?” you asked, putting on a bit of a coquette act as your lips inched closer to his erection. You brushed your bottom lip over his head, which made him shudder in such a delicious way. Jack always told you how magnetic you were, how charming and irresistible, but you never believed him. Not until now, at least.

“You deserve someone your own age. Someone who can treat you right. Someone who can- fuck- give you a future,” he said through clenched teeth as you parted your lips and took his tip into your mouth. “I’m not good for you, sweetheart. Not even good for myself.” The last bit trailed off, but it caught your attention nonetheless. 

You released his cock from your mouth with a quiet but obscene pop. Being in the pool with your tits on display while sucking off your neighbor made you feel like a pornstar, but you found some appeal in that. In the back of your mind, you were thinking about how Jack would love to watch this unfold. 

“But you need someone to take care of you. To care about you.”

Robby chuckled humorlessly. “I’m beyond taking care of, trust me.”

You narrowed your eyes at him slightly. You were going to break down his resolve and get him to give in to you if it killed you. He was already so close, teetering on the edge of running away and allowing himself the pleasure he so clearly craves. 

“Then maybe you need someone to take care of. Someone to hold, and protect, and spoil, and,” you pushed yourself up so your lips were closer to his ear, “someone to fuck.”

Robby should have told you to go home. He never should have invited you over. He shouldn’t have gone across the street in the first place when you delivered those cookies. Instead, he grabbed your arms and held you up so you were eye level.

“I can only do one of those things for you,” he huffed. Based on the look in your eyes, he knew that one was enough. “Just don’t go cryin’ when you realize that I’m no good for you.” His resignation was evident in his voice, but so was his desire. Ultimately, a man’s dick would always beat out any reasoning.

A satisfied grin split your face, but Robby quickly kissed it away. It was a firm, feverish kiss, full of tension that had been building within him. When he released you, you scrambled out of the pool and dragged him along with you as he fumbled to tuck himself back into his boxers. The sun quickly warmed your cooled skin, but not before goosebumps could appear. Though you stopped at the couch on the patio, Robby kept going. He brought you upstairs to his bedroom, which was further than you made it last time he invited you over. 

The room, of what you could tell based on the brief glimpse you caught before Robby was on you again, was plain. His bedding and furniture were nice, undoubtedly expensive, but it still had the middle-aged bachelor decor scheme. You found it charming, seeing how the man lived, but you certainly weren’t envious.

The air conditioning inside was on high, which made your soaked body shiver. You didn’t have to worry about being cold for long, because Robby threw a large, fluffy towel around your shoulders and grabbed each end to pin you to his chest so he could kiss you again.

You moaned into his mouth as he dominated the kiss, his tongue exploring your own in a way that he hadn’t allowed himself to do until then. The taste of your lip gloss was sweet, but the flavor that belonged only to you was more delicious. Robby’s large, rough hands greedily roamed over your body, grabbing and groping any part of you that he could get his hands on. It was as if he finally permitted himself to feel pleasure, to really enjoy this. 

“Daddy,” you mumbled, chancing the name again. He liked it the first time, however guilty he may have felt about it. With his new attitude, the name hit something deeper inside of him.

“Not your Daddy,” he responded, though his tone suggested otherwise. It was hot, this man’s internal battle with his desires and what he believed to be “right.” You were taking great pleasure in corrupting him, even if he thought he was the one doing the corrupting. 

You attempted to lead him over to the bed, but he wouldn’t budge. Instead, he wrapped his arm around your waist to hold you firmly, preventing you from getting away. Your brain took a moment to catch up when Robby spun you around, pressing his chest to your back. It was when you were met with your own reflection, with Robby’s looming behind, that you understood why he wouldn’t follow you to the bed.

It was a large, full-length mirror that was wide enough to see both of your bodies entirely. While you were no stranger to mirror sex, you had only done it with Jack in expensive hotels where they had walls and ceilings made of mirrors that faced the bed. Now, Robby was propping you up with his body as he groped your chest over your tiny bikini, forcing you to watch.

You leaned your head back on his shoulder and let your eyes fall closed, but Robby wasn’t having that. He grabbed you by the hair and pulled your head back upright. He turned so his lips ghosted the shell of your ear, and before he even started talking, you were already squirming. 

“You act like you’re doing me a favor, being here,” he started. His fingers trailed between your breasts, down your stomach, and to the tops of your bottoms. “Like you’re not just here ‘cause you’re a needy little girl.” Robby’s smirk was hidden behind your head in the mirror, but you could see it in his eyes.  

“So what if I am?” you asked, batting your eyelashes as you pushed your ass against him. He pushed your hips back so he could grind against you and make sure you really felt it.

“I’d call you selfish.” His fingers breached the edge of your bikini bottoms and inched closer to your pussy. “Dumb. Maybe I’d even call you a slut,” he whispered before placing a quick kiss to your temple. He felt the way your body bowed at that. He had your number the same way you had his. “I know I can’t be the only guy you’re seeing. I’m just a name on your list, huh, sweetheart?”

Hearing those words coming out of Robby’s mouth was intoxicating. The same man who, only a bit ago, was trying to tell you that sleeping together was wrong was now rubbing your clit in his bedroom mirror. He was either weak-willed or you were very convincing. 

He ducked his head so he could kiss and suck on your neck, leaving a trail of marks behind. With how hard he was biting, you knew he was doing it on purpose, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You liked the possessive side of him that was peaking out. His fingers inched from your clit to your dripping hole, and the smile that appeared on his lips when he found your slick made you want to hide your face in his shoulder. 

“Ah, ah,” he said, stopping you when you turned your head. “Eyes up. I asked you a question, honey.”

As if to sabotage your answer to get you into more trouble, Robby pushed two fingers inside of you when you opened your mouth to answer. Your first attempt came out a strangled, high-pitched moan that amused him. You tried again.

“Not just a name.”

“No?” He bit down on the muscle where your shoulder meets your neck, which elicited a high-pitched squeal from you. “But I’m not the only one, right?” Shamefully, you squeezed your eyes shut and shook your head. “You must like me, though, if you’re gonna beg for my attention like this,” he said, snapping the string of your bottoms against your hip. 

“Daddy,” you whined. Again, the name stirred something within him. He pulled back to put enough distance between the two of you so he could turn your head to face him. The eye contact was intense, especially that close, but you couldn’t look away.

“Not gonna tell you again,” he said as he pushed your bottoms to your ankles. “I’m not your fuckin’ Daddy, kid.” The fire in his eyes and in his tone shot a thrill through your body. He could say whatever he wanted, but if he really wanted you to stop, he would make you. And he hadn’t been convincing enough to get you to fix your behavior yet.

In a flash, you’re bent face down over the edge of his bed. He pushed you down with such force that you bounce, but only once, before his body is on top of yours, pinning you down. He doesn’t bother taking your bathing suit top off, nor his boxers. He pushes them down enough to free his cock, then slots it between your thighs. His tip prods your entrance, but he doesn’t sink inside yet.

“Told myself this was a one-time thing. Was gonna get you out of my system and it’d be enough,” he pushed the tip in. “But you couldn’t leave it alone. Thought you’d take the hint when I shot you down, but no, Princess needs to get fucked.” He was trying to be mean, to be the hard dom he saw in all of those porn videos, but his words came out desperate and self-deprecating. He was trying to make this your fault, but you both knew the truth. 

You groaned, long and low, as Robby pushed inside of you. The stretch was a lot, but it was a welcome burn that cooled into a pleasant heat in your stomach. He grinded against you, not wanting to give you too much too soon. After a few moments to adjust, you moved first. You pushed back onto him, sending his cock deeper inside of you to bump against your cervix. 

“I’m gonna hurt you,” Robby said, his voice broken in a way that signaled he meant emotionally, not physically. 

“Hurt me,” you replied. Your soft, sweet voice was like a knife stuck between Robby’s ribs. How awful he was, to have such a precious little thing underneath him begging to be hurt, and knowing there was no other way out other than to give you what you wanted. He hated the way it made his cock throb. 

He started to thrust into you, unable to hold himself back any longer. They were shallow at first, but as your moans got louder, his pace matched. He placed his hand firmly on the back of your head to use as leverage, and based on how your walls squeezed him, you welcomed being held down. 

The sound of his hips slapping against your ass was deafening in the silent, desolate house. Your moans were muffled by the mattress, but Robby could still hear you enough to be encouraged by your sounds. He slipped his left arm underneath you to hold around your middle so he could fuck you deeper. 

“Fuck, honey,” he bit out. Your pussy felt like heaven, and he knew if he wasn’t careful, he would withdrawal from you for the rest of his life. Or even worse, he would end up keeping you. 

When you said it this time, it came out a muffled, garbled mix of sounds, but Robby still recognized your needy little whine of “Daddy.” 

“You’ve gotta stop that shit, sweetheart,” he panted. “I can’t be that for you. You don’t want that.”

“Yes, I do!” you screamed into the blankets, partly out of desperation to be heard and partly in response to a particularly deep thrust.

“I can’t take care of you. I’m not stable or responsible or- I make terrible fucking decisions. I can’t even stop myself from fucking a girl half my age just because she showed me a little attention.” He pressed his forehead between your shoulder blades as he spoke. It was so pathetic that it made your pussy even wetter.

The arm he had around your waist tightened, and his other came up to put you in a headlock. The position made you dizzy, and that wasn’t just from his forearm slightly choking you. He had you so close, in such a tight hold like he was afraid you were going to disappear on him. But there you were, real, soft, and solid in his arms, and you weren’t going anywhere. 

“Feels so good, Daddy,” you said. The new position put space between your mouth and the bed, so your words were no longer a mumbled mess. “You’re fucking me so good.”

Robby would have been embarrassed to know that you noticed the stutter in his hips at the praise. It sounded so good coming from you. He loved that you were enjoying it. With past partners, he had been able to compartmentalize his need for praise to not appear as pathetic, but it had turned him into somewhat of a cold and distant lover. Somehow, you had broken down his walls and flooded him with a pleasure he rarely allowed himself.

“Honey, sweetheart,” he babbled. “Oh, fuck.” He gripped the flesh of your hip tightly, nails and fingertips digging in, likely forming the buds of bruises, but you couldn’t have cared less. You wanted Robby’s marks.

With each thrust, you grew closer to orgasm. You usually didn’t cum without stimulation on your clit, but the angle that Robby was fucking you at, combined with his works, was driving you towards your edge. You tried to alert him that you were close, but his hold around your neck tightened, and the words didn’t come out. The only signal he got was your agape mouth and your walls that pulsed, deep and strong around him. 

“S-so good for me, Daddy,” you managed when his forearm finally let up from your throat.

Despite there being no indication that he was close, Robby released his hold around your neck and frantically reached for his cock. He pulled out just in time to spray hot, thick ropes of cum over your lower back. He was panting heavily behind you, the labored breaths of a middle-aged smoker who didn’t exercise as much as he should. For some reason, you found that hot.

“I’m sorry,” he panted. “I’m sorry, honey.” He gently pulled his arm from underneath you, then picked up the towel he had given you from the floor to clean you up.

“Sorry for what?” you asked, propping yourself up on your elbows as he dragged the plush towel over your back.

“For… finishing too soon.” You furrow your brows and look over your shoulder at him.

“What do you mean?”

Robby sat down on the bed, but kept far too much distance between the two of you. Frowning, you sat up on your knees and crawled over to where he leaned against the headboard. 

“You didn’t.”

Robby sighed and shook his head as if he didn’t believe you. “I just- what you said… I couldn’t stop it.”

You didn’t need him to clarify; the pink blush on his cheeks and the tips of his ears said it all. You tucked yourself underneath his arm and allowed him to rest his chin on the top of your head. His body was tense, like cuddling was foreign and uncomfortable for him, which wouldn’t be surprising if it was. There was a raw, bleeding spot within him somewhere that you wanted to lave your tongue over to soothe. He wouldn’t let you, though, and you knew that, so you didn’t push. 

“Thank you for that, Daddy,” you said quietly, testing the waters of using the name after the scene had ended.

You could tell Robby wanted to tell you to knock it off again, but he didn’t. He just sighed deeply and began to pick at the skin around his thumbnail.

“You’re welcome, kid. 

The two of you stayed like that, semi-cuddling while Robby sat stiff as a board for some time until he eventually looked at his watch, making a show of checking the time.

“It’s late. You should probably head home,” he said, as if home wasn’t a thirty-second walk away. While you “cuddled,” you could tell that Robby was getting antsy. His slight fidgeting, looking around the room, and inconsistent breaths signalled that he was fighting the urge to run, but you didn’t quite know what to do with that. You didn’t want to leave, abandoning him and confirming all of his fears about pushing you away, but you also didn’t want to stay and continue to make him uncomfortable. 

“Okay,” you said simply, deciding it was your best bet. You untangled your limbs from his and found your bathing suit bottoms. You redressed facing the wall, partly so you didn’t have to look at him beating himself up, but also with the hopes that another glimpse of your ass would change his mind about you leaving. It didn’t.

Once clothed, as much as you could’ve been, at least, you stood in front of Robby. His eyes were level with your chest, and it took him a moment for his eyes to meet yours. From this angle, they were so wide, brown, and swimming with complicated emotions that you couldn’t begin to decipher. 

“Can I see you again?” you asked, deciding there was no use in playing any more games. You couldn’t stomach another month without seeing him, spending the whole time wondering where you stand.

“Honey,” he sighed as he scrubbed his face with both hands. “I told you, this can’t be more than just sex. This… can’t be anything.” 

Your pout wasn’t fake that time. You weren’t asking him to be your boyfriend. That sounded so juvenile. You knew there was no commitment, that there wouldn’t be any, and that was fine. Just sex is fine until you call it by its name; then it’s dirty and cheap, and someone gets their heart broken. 

“I know that,” you replied, voice clipped in a way it shouldn’t have been. You shouldn’t be upset about this.

“Then…” he looked down at the floor between your bare feet. “Yeah, you can see me again.”

You can see me, not I want to see you. It stung. It left a bitter taste in your mouth and had you aching for Jack. He wouldn’t do this to you. Jack didn’t make you feel like it was just sex, even if it was. 

“Okay,” you said again. Without anything more to say, and without wanting to hear anything more from Robby, you sighed and stepped back. “Well… I better get home, then.”

“Yeah.”

He didn’t offer to walk you home, didn’t offer a shirt to wear since it had gotten cooler in the late afternoon. He didn’t even stand up. You wanted to scream at him.

“Bye, Robby,” you said instead. He didn’t say anything more while you were still in the room, but as soon as you entered the hallway, you heard a faint “see ya, kid,” called after you. It made your skin buzz with frustration. 

On your way out, you stopped in the backyard to gather your belongings. You put the sunglasses on to cover your stinging eyes in case Robby was watching you from his window, and you took a long sip of water to help you swallow down the lump in your throat. As you let yourself out of the gated backyard, you looked down at your phone, hoping to find a text from Jack waiting for you. Instead, there was nothing.

Through cloudy eyes, you navigated to Jack’s contact and hit the call button. Each time it rang, your heart sank even more. Eventually, you heard the tinny recording of his voice telling you to leave a message, and instead of rambling about your problems for him to listen to hours later, you just hung up. 

You were thankful you only lived across the street, because the tears of humiliation and rejection were threatening to spill, and you knew you couldn’t have held them back for much longer. Once inside, you collapsed onto the couch and gripped your phone as you looked at Jack’s contact, as if it could save you from the ache in your heart. Moments later, as if you manifested it, you got a text from him. 

Jack <3: Sorry, can’t talk right now, baby. Getting ready for work. Everything okay?

You: im sad

It was childish, sure, but you didn’t care enough to eloquently explain your feelings, which would lead to a larger conversation about your neighbor that you didn’t want to get into with Jack. 

Jack <3: You can tell me all about it later. Go buy yourself something nice to cheer you up. My treat. Use the card. 

You knew it was Jack’s way of showing that he cared about you, and you didn’t want to be ungrateful for his generosity, but in the moment, it felt like he was just throwing money at you. Dismissing you just like Robby had.