Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

6. Not tonight

You stand there with your stuffed bag and frown. He didn't really leave, did he? No, that can't be. Why the fuck would he-

"Alright 's time to leave" the familiar deep voice calls from behind you. You turn around and smile, looking up at Ghost approaching you, now also carrying his stuff.
"There you are" you smile, not being able to stop looking at him. You're so down for whatever he wants to do to you.

"Had to let the others know, Johnny's wasted though, couldn't make out a single word of what that lad was saying so lets go."

You giggle as you steady yourself to go, when suddenly, Ghost grabs your bag.

Holy. Shit. Yes!

He starts carrying it outside, you following him close behind
"Had a long night yourself. Let me carry that for you."
"Yes Sir" you purr quietly. Theres no response to that. You already figured that he's not a man of many words, and you're just tipsy enough by now to not care anymore, all you care about is taking this absolute unit of a man home.

He makes his way through the crowd, which doesn't seem too hard for him since everyone moves away immediately when approached by a tall masked man in a black leather jacket.

You feel like you're floating. This feels too good to be true. You enjoy every damn second of it and you deserve that. After all the past weeks of stress and self-doubt, working night after night, this is your reward.

You finally reach the fresh, cool night air. You put on your coat and look for a cab, there's always a row parked next to the club. You hurry to one and enter the backseat, ghost sitting down next to you with all your stuff. He looks cute now, with one of your feather scarfs peeking out your pink bag on his lap. You put the seatbelt on and tell the cabdriver your adress. The silence that follows is thick. The driver is playing some classical music on the radio, its on low volume though and you really wish you would've had one more shot before you left.

Is he drunk? You wonder.
It's 1am now and he's been in the club for approximately 4 hours. Soap made sure that there were always drinks on his table. But all you saw him drink was a few glasses of bourbon... He didn't seem drunk.

"You like bourbon then?" you tried making conversation to fill the silence.
"I love Kentucky"
"

Yeah, right..."

Well, that was a failure. What the fuck are you supposed to reply now?

"What was in the drink you've had last?" rumbles the voice next to you. You lean back and think for a bit.
"The one with the foam...dried slice of orange on top..." he mutters as he looks out the window.
"Ooohh that one...That was an amaretto sour, it's my favourite actually"
"Amaretto...So it's almond?"
You nod and look at him, he shudders.
"Don't know bout that stuff"
You smile and look at his large hand which he rests on your bag between you two. You look at the veins covering it and the clean, neat nails of his. His fingers are long and have a nice thickness to them. You squeeze your thighs together. Will you be able to feel them inside you tonight? You sure hope so. He must know how to use them. Everything about him turns you on like no man ever has, and you haven't even seen his face yet.

"5 years you've been a dancer now ?" His voice pulls you out your wild thoughts again.
"Well...3 years dancing" he looks over to you, inside the car its dark and the street lights ocasionally cover your face in various colours. "plus 2 years of...?" You play with the feathers peeking out your bag and whisper "Nightlife stuff"

Ghost swallows and nods, looking out the window again.

Did you fuck it up now?
He's in the military...Thats an extreme. You working as a sex worker for a few years is not nearly as extreme as him killing people, or whatever a lieutenant does...

You feel intimitated. The silence growing thick again between you two.

"Wasn't for me though, so I decided to stick to the dancing."

No response.

Swell.

Fortunately not long after you reach your apartment complex and get out the cab, ghost reaching for your bag again and leaving out the right door.
You tip the driver and take a deep breath. All the booze has left your system by now leaving you sober again and you feel a headache incoming.

You will not let this ruin your night.

Ghost stands on the side of the road with your handbag in his one hand. He checks the area and then looks over to you, still standing on the quiet road. You live pretty central, but tonight your street was super quiet.

"You alright there?" His voice echoes over to you. You slowly begin walking towards him, getting your keys out your fuzzy coat. Saying nothing. Your headache getting stronger by the minute now.

You open the door and hold it open for ghost, he follows you inside with quiet footsteps. You press the button for the elevator and lean against the wall, waiting.

"6th floor" you mumble.

Ghost tries to read your face.
"You cold?"

You shake your head no.

"I'm...fine just...headache" you whisper as it gets worse and worse.
He looks at your bag and then towards the elevator doors opening.

You will not let this ruin your night!