Rafe Cameron loved spoiling you.

Didn’t matter if you needed it or not—if you so much as looked at something for longer than a second, he was buying it.

So when you walked into the boutique, his credit card already in hand, you weren’t surprised.

“Get whatever you want, Bunny,” he said lazily, leaning against the counter as he watched you browse.

You raised an eyebrow. “You say that now, but wait till you see the total.”

Rafe smirked, pulling out his phone like he couldn’t be bothered. “You think I care?”

That was the thing about Rafe—he liked spending money, especially when it was on you.

You picked up a silky dress, holding it against you. “What about this?”

Rafe glanced up, eyes dragging over you slowly. Then he exhaled through his nose, tilting his head.

“Try it on.”

You grinned, grabbing a few more things before disappearing into the dressing room. When you stepped out, wearing that dress, Rafe’s jaw tightened, fingers tapping against the marble counter.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered under his breath.

You twirled, feigning innocence. “Too much?”

He huffed a laugh, shaking his head. “Not enough.” Then, pushing off the counter, he stepped toward you, hands finding your waist. “We’re getting it.”

You smirked. “We?”

He leaned down, his lips brushing your ear. “You wear this for me later, and I’ll make it worth your while.”

Your stomach flipped, heat rising to your cheeks.

You rolled your eyes, but you didn’t argue. Because with Rafe Cameron, money was nothing.

But you?

You were everything.

And he made damn sure you knew it.