Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

38. Part of the workforce

You managed to invite Ghost to stay a bit longer, he started being even more quiet and reserved after the small incident concerning his member so you opted for ordering from your favourite vietnamese restaurant & watch a movie. It took a lot of convincing, leaving you all the more proud when he accepted it. He must be exhausted too after months spent on field. And you don't know what his place looks like, but you've noticed by now that he seems cozy in yours.

You were eating one of the last spring rolls, focusing on the movie you were watching as Ghost massaged your foot, watching too. "Nah that's some bullshit. She's into the other bloke why would she do that now?!" The main character was making out with her ex.

"Because she's in her feelings and very confused"

"What's that 'sposed to mean"

"It's just complicated Simon...you wouldn't get it in that skull of yours." You side eyed him, kinda proud of your pun. He pressed his thumb into the delicate skin of ur foot and side-eyed back. "You being cheeky then?" He says with an unamused tone. You smile, offering him the last bite of your Nem Rán. He declines, finishing your one foot now and switching to the other one. "They're really tense you know." He mutters, focusing hard on his movements.

"Yea I mean...they're how I make my money" you chew, wiping your hands on a napkin.

"When's your next show?"

"Tomorrow..." you sigh, thinking of time spent without Simon. Then, an idea pops into your head.

"Oh my god, would you be interested in joining me on stage?! You could leave your mask on and all, the people would looove it!" You thought it was a pretty fantastic idea. Simon looked at his kneading hands.

"Sorry luv can't do that"

You frowned, trying out your convincing-game.

"Simon just for like...10 minutes? I would give you the most seducing lap dance ever..."

"Negative, bird." He looks back up at the movie. You sigh.

"People would love it y'know..."

"People love all kinds of shit."

Now you roll your eyes.

"I'm just saying, we would look great together"

"We sure would", now that makes you smile.

You lean forward and look at his massaging hands, his eyes are still stuck on the tv as the main character gets into a pathetic fight with her ex partner now. "This was so predictable..." he mutters whilst shaking his head. You smile at someone like Simon sitting here, massaging your feet & watching your favourite comedies with you.

You both continue watching as he finishes your second foot too now and leans forward to grab one edamame to snack on.

"These are great" he mutters as he pulls them out with his teeth.

"They're the most simple ones out of all the stuff we ate..."

"Liked them the most."

You rolled your eyes at his...just...Ghost behaviour.

"They're as bland as you" you cheekily tell him, he grabs another one, not looking away from the tv and says "Thanks, luv"

You had your very relaxed feet on his lap now, on his groin actually.

"Fuckin' hell, she's never gonna tell Jimmy about her feelings is she..." he questions the movie.

"Not easy to talk about one's feelings is it..." you say quietly, collecting a stern look by Ghost.

"Well, she can sure show him if she can't find the words." He says, tone as stern as his piercing eyes.

You nod, keeping eye contact. You also weren't the best with your feelings, having enough reasons to keep your walls up. But this man. He was in your head 24/7. You want to keep him. To come home to him. To sit here like this with him every other day, free lifetime tickets for his foot massages and the best chemistry you've ever had with someone.

"How will she do that?" You ask playfully, enjoying this game you're playing

He poked your little toe and mumbled "I think offering that bloke a massage would be quite something already, showing him how she feels."

"You think he will fall in love with her then?"

"We'll just have to keep on watching..." he murrs lost in thoughts.

You nod and get up, getting yourself a glass of water. Ghost sits on the couch with his legs spread and scratches his cheek, half hidden under the mask. As you came back he rasped "Kommando Spezialkräfte, whats his salary?"

"We didn't settle for much, i thought it's gonna be more expensive...that kind of service" you crashed back into the couch.

"What's he take?"

"Around 40 quid an hour..."

"Well, i'll cover that" he repeats dryly.

"No no all good, we signed the contract and all it's good"

"Let me take care of this, love" he mumbles.

"Simon you don't have to do it, he's my bodyguard after all."

"I was supposed to be there. But I wasn't. That's where I already fucked up. I promised you that you're safe and you had to deal with some tosser at night. I don't consider that safe."

You watch his hand turn into fists.

"So let me pay for your security at least. You didn't sign up for this."

You gulped really hard. How was this supposed to make you feel? You liked his gesture. And you're sure he must make a lot of money... He did not go around showing you his wishlists and pinterest boards though. You could barely imagine this man shopping. What is this man spending his money on? You couldn't tell at all. Masks probably.

"His name's König" you mutter.

"Whatever. Consider him my employee now." he grabs another edamame and eats it, eyes fixated on the movie.