You and Hotch had been together for a few months now, and you were basically his sugar baby with more strings attached. You loved it though, he bought you whatever you wanted as long as he got to drag you pretty much everywhere to show you off. Today, he was at some country club, playing golf with some higher up acquaintances that he only cared about because they donated to the his unit. You mostly just rode around in the golf cart the whole time in an athletic dress you convinced him to get to you even though you just sit and look pretty when he plays any sport. You were getting hot though and a little whiny, which makes him laugh as he drives.

“Hush, baby. We’re almost done with the course. And I’ve gotta make nice with these guys or else you won’t get any more pretty things.” He laughs, resting a hand on your thigh, which was almost bare from how short the dress was.