Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

54. Maybe tomorrow

Laughing faces, glasses clinking, stage light.

The club was crowded tonight.
You were dancing in an open aquarium, splashing water everywhere and already bare down to the nipple pasties and thong only. You flashed a smile at the crowd and leaned out the tank, sliding along it like a little snake and taking a few steps before walking down the stage.

People were cheering all the way as you sat down on a table in the front row, your wet ass slapping on it. The guys sitting there enjoyed it very much and one saw it as an invitation to touch you, which you blocked off by standing up and turning around in a playful stride, his friends mocking him for thinking he’d have a chance.

All eyes on you.

You felt amazing in the spotlight like this. Invincible.

On stage you got yourself a towel and dried yourself slowly and seducingly, fixing your eyes on the crowd. As you walked off the stage, you threw the towel into it and left in prideful, long steps.

Backstage was König, already holding out the water bottle for you. It’s become kind of a ritual by now, after every show he’d be the first one you see, making sure you’re staying hydrated.

“Thank you König” you smile, taking a sip. He’s grown much more comfortable around you being naked now. You could tell.

He nods and crosses his arms, leaving to the exit of the backstage to make sure nobody disturbs it. You sat down on one of the make-up chairs in front of the huge desk and looked into the mirror covering the whole wall, enjoying the way your body looks all wet and glistening in the light. Your gaze stops at your bruised up wrist. You wonder what he’s doing now.

After what happened, Ghost was cold towards you. When he declined your touch, you felt unwelcome and hastily gathered your things. Even when you told him that you’re headed to work, he wouldn’t talk to you.
Only letting out a low “mhm” as he cleaned his cutting board.

“THERE’S MY MERMAAAAAAID!” Grace called out from behind you, she was in full gear since it’s her show that's next. She wore an enormous, red gown and wig. Her motto for tonights show was all that: Red.

You giggle at her wrapping her arms around you and kissing the top of your head.

“Excited for the 28th?” she asks you, putting down her heavy make-up bag.

That Friday will be your birthday. It’s in 3 weeks.

“Hmmm…I don’t know…I don’t want to make a big thing out of it. Maybe it’s time I calm down on my birthdays? Just invite friends over, cook…That kind of stuff…” you mumble, taking another sip of water.

“Excuse me?! Babes we’re gonna throw a party! Either we ask Sam for the club or at your place, it’s been a long time you threw a house party.” Sam being your chef & owner of the club.

“Yeah, with good reason…” Last time, someone threw up all over your expensive, brand new carpet.

“You have to throw a party hun. Costume one. Pleaseeeeeeee! That man of yours can join too, he’ll fit in well!”

You look at yourself in the mirror as she said that last sentence.

“Or we do a fetish one, just saying…great photos for your friends, mine, erotic art blog.” she offers, applying her lipliner generously.

“Yeah, right.” You scoff, finishing the bottle now. You were very thirsty.

“Come on y/n. Don’t be like this. Costume will be so fun, and you could invite your little guardian angel, I’ve grown to like him y’know…” she purrs, referring to König.

She was right, you had noticed that she’d always throw herself onto him when he would watch over you in the backstage and she would be drunk or high.
And over time, he’s gotten calmer about it too. Not crossing his arms so much anymore, sometimes even a shy laugh escaping his hood when she’d make jokes or flirt with him in her pretty straight-forward manner.

“I’ll think about it…” you say, getting up to go grab your cigarettes and fix yourself one on the sofa.

“I’ll take that as a yes, baby” she finishes off her make-up, checking it one last time and storing away her stuff, giving you one last look.

“Costume or Fetish. You choose, I’ll be there. He’ll be there. Your Bully will be there. The chances of the town’s most epic orgy will be there.”

“Grace…” you scoff, rolling your eyes but also letting out a chuckle afterwards.

“I’m just saying babes. See you later!” she blows you kisses as she rushes onto stage.

You relax on the couch, lifting your feet up into the air and turning them a bit, they hurt like every other day after work.
Ghost again. His hands carefully massaging your feet. God how you miss him.

Of course last night was scary & especially triggering. But you knew it wasn’t his true self. He didn’t do it on purpose. After all, that man is traumatized himself and you knew it.

You just never had to deal with night terrors before and after reading up on it, you knew better now. You knew to not wake someone up when they were having them. Your whole search history was filled with articles, varying from “night terrors”, “what to do when someone has night terrors” over to “PTSD symptomps” “ptsd in partners – how to help”. You wanted to help, you always did. It was just so hard when the person does not open up about it. When the person was someone like Simon.

You shook your head and took another drag from your cigarette, blowing the smoke into the air and closing your eyes.

“Costume party…” you whisper, letting Grace’s suggestion swing around in your mind…

●●●

Reaching your apartment, you turn around to say goodbye to König. You both chose to walk tonight, the cold autumn hear helping you clear your head.

“König? I have a question.” You mumble, searching for your keys in your bag.

“Ja?” the giant answers silently.

“It’s my birthday in 3 weeks…Uhm…I’m considering to throw a costume party. You’re invited, you know…If you want to! And not as my bodyguard, I’ll only invite good friends that I trust…As a visitor. You can come like this, you know?” you pointed at his body awkwardly, hoping you’re not being offensive.

“A party…I’m not really one for that stuff…As a visitor, that is…”

“Then you can also just be my guard! Standing in a corner and…Watching?”

You both laugh at that offer.

“I will think about it, thank you.” He says calmly

“Grace will be there” you yelp out, wondering what his reaction to that will be.

“Oh, it’s your good friend from the club?”

“Exactly, the tall one…Black hair…”

“Yes I remember her…A beautiful uhm…Woman…” he says, turning red like a lobster underneath that hood.

You smile at that, liking the idea of him and Grace getting it on and nod.

“Think about it! And have a good night, thank you for bringing me!”

“Always!” the austrian calls out, waving you goodbye and heading home. You went inside your building and called the elevator, checking your phone to see if Simon wrote something.
He didn’t.
Should you call him?

Reaching your apartment you put all your stuff down and went to the shower first things first. Afterwards, you checked your phone again. Nothing.

Before you know it, you dialed his number and waited for him to pick up.

With no success.

You put your phone down and sighed.

Maybe tomorrow.