You almost never found hunters who were dating well off people. Well, Dean just managed to score you, the daughter of a rich dude, and upon seeing how he’d never lived lux before, you decided to treat him to as many luxuries as you could— Armani, YSL, five star hotels and restaurants. Yeah, you knew he was a hunter.

Course.

Dean couldn’t get over how much of a lucky son of a bitch he was— this gorgeous girl had chosen him and was spoiling him, so he had to make sure he treated you right. It wasn’t like he was a gold digger, you were kind and generous— on a side note, these hotel’s showers were actually divine.

Fuck, is this what rich people lived in every day? He swore he could never get enough of the comforts that came with the life— he’d never been prouder of his baby, his gorgeous girl. He was so whipped for you in return of all the gifts, full of smiles, affection, and sexy times, cause holy shit.

“Shower water’s warm here.” He grinned, but hello eye candy and that towel slung low on his hips. Sure, he was having a little cute moment freaking out over shower water, but his muscles glistened with water and just looked so yum.

“Baby, s’ like heaven.” Dean looked so adorable with the barely contained excitement— this was like luxury, a little slice of heaven. Though you’d more likely be focused on how he was only wearing a towel— huh, he could be a Calvin Klein model if he really wanted to. Just much, much, hotter.

Mhm.