Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

Champagne & Pearls

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A pair of thights, your bag and coat. Empty bottles & tissues. They were all scattered across the backstage floor. It was a mess.

Ghost’s gaze followed you stumble back to the large, velvet sofa and sneak under the thin blanket, a small attempt to hide from this godforsaken world.

“…, it’s over for good. For good!” you sobbed, leaning over to have a sip of the cocktail you fixed yourself before he came. The man was too stunned to speak; he did not expect things with your dentist-lover to be this bad. What Ghost also did not expect was you opening the club door for him absolutely wasted and half nude. Well, the latter part he kind of did expect. Given that you had a show before deciding to just stay in the club to flee from your uncomfortable situation at home.

“…, He’s just such a fucking…He’s so fuckin’ basic! They’re going to turn five, fuck’s sake! They can eat some cake!”

You proceeded to rant to Ghost about how it all started with Miguel not agreeing on your idea to order a cake for the twins’ birthday as it contains too much sugar.

“…You already make sure they enjoy a healthy diet! It’s not like I’m planning on ruining them with one fucking cake on their goddamn upcoming birthday!”

You were right, Ghost did make sure the twins were eating good. He learned to cook fun meals just for them, trying to include vegetables and everything necessary. Especially with Archy’s weakened immune system he went the extra mile to make sure.

“…, so then I told him…He has not much of a say in this since it’s my children. Just because he’s a dentist doesn’t mean he has to fucking…police me on every little treat I want to give them! He goes on telling me about how we’re together and so he’s also responsible for their health, throwing all kinds of bullshit at me!THEY ARE healthy! Even little Archy is getting better and-” you took a break to take another sip, eyeing Ghost afterwards with teary eyes. He’s sitting across from you on another plushy armchair and is leaning forward with his arms resting on his knees, taking in all that you’re saying.

If he’s being honest, it was really hard to. You were intoxicated and speaking rather sluggishly.

“So rude of me,” you spoke under your breath as you got up to go get a glass and fix him a bourbon.

His half-lidded eyes observed you rushing to the mini-bar and he couldn’t help but watch the soft skin of your behind jiggle as you were wearing a sparkling thong only. You looked fit, he thought. Not that he ever gave a fuck, you looked good in whatever state to him. He eventually ripped his eyes off you and let his gaze roll back to the gigantic sofa you’d sit on before. As your figure appeared in front of him to hand out the glass, he nodded silently and took it. Swirling it around for a moment before taking a good swig, closing his eyes as the liquor slowly burned in his throat.

You got comfortable again on the sofa in front of him and picked up where you left off.

“…, and you know how badly Archy wants a cake! Has he told you of that one he saw a mother bring to kindergarten?! Something about rainbow coloured…What was it again…” you snapped with your fingers as you tried to remember.

“…with flamingos on top.” Ghost finished your sentence, leading the glass back to his lips. He’s already halfway finished it.