Rafe always tries so hard to take you seriously, but you’re so cute when you’re mad at him.

Eyebrows furrowed, lips pursed, fists curled at your side, trying your hardest to lecture him. It takes everything in him not to laugh, biting the inside of his cheek while he stares down at you. Your fights usually end quickly, with you pouting as you make your way into his office, barely mumbling an apology before he wraps you up in his arms.

You’re not usually this upset.

You had simply gone to the golf course to bring Rafe lunch, not wanting him to spend another $45 on a goddamn salad, making your way across the green to the 9th hole, knowing exactly where he’d be.

You had expected to see him, Topper, and Kelce all huddled around, maybe one of them lounging in the golf cart.

You didn’t expect to see the girl with them.

Marion. Rafe had so kindly introduced you to the caddie, employed by the golf course yet eagerly following him around like a puppy despite getting paid the bare minimum wage. She was hanging on his arm, pressing her push up bra covered chest against his bicep, looking up at him with her glossed covered lips and wide eyes.

You didn’t cause a scene. There were too many of Rafe’s business partners around. You delivered the lunch rather quickly, not even kissing him goodbye as you stomped across the green back to the parking lot.

He arrived home a few hours later to find you still sulking, tidying up the living room, headphones on and music up loud. “You’re still upset?”

You glance over your shoulder. “I’m surprised you’re not out with Mary.”

“Marion.” Rafe corrects, trying to hide his grin.

You roll your eyes. “Who cares.”

He watches you as you continue tidying. “She’s just a caddie.”

“Doesn’t matter. She can’t keep her hands to herself,” You say, gathering the throw blankets to bring into the laundry room. “She can have you.”

Rafe chuckles. “As if you’d give me up, pretty girl.”

You roll your eyes again, not bothering to reply as you head into the laundry room. It wasn’t worth the argument. Rafe loved to push your buttons too much to actually listen.

He watched you from the door way, eyes raking over your bent over frame as you shove the blankets into the washing machine before adding soap and pressing start. “Are you seriously mad?” You brush past him, purposefully knocking the laundry basket into his abdomen as you passed. His eyebrows furrow as he rubs the spot. “Lose the attitude immediately.”

You don’t respond again, heading towards the direction of the stairs, purposefully stomping your feet as you head up.

You set the basket down in the bedroom, hearing the sounds of footsteps as he joins you, standing in the middle of the room. “Baby, come on, don’t be so dramatic.”

You throw some towels into the basket before turning around again, bumping your shoulder into his as you walk past.

Rafe’s hands reach out, fingers hooking into your belt loops, pulling you towards him. He tugs again, your back pressed against his chest. “{{user}}. Come on. She’s just a caddie.”