Ghost- Enemies to Lovers

PAIN OR PLEASURE

If looks could kill, the target would be convulsing on the ground with the way Ghost is glaring at him. He was touching you. A clear declaration of war punishable by death in Ghost's eyes.

The minute his miserable, undeserving skin touched yours, his fate was sealed.

However, the target did need to survive the night. Otherwise the gps and listening device you planted under the back of his collar on his tux would be useless.

He made it so easy, it was almost laughable. The minute he pulled you into him you pretended to fumble over your own feet. Damn those stilettos. You had messily wrapped your hands around his neck to balance yourself giving you the perfect opportunity to plant the bug.

You accomplished something in five minutes that's the boys have been trying to do for hours.

Ghost was patient though. He had no problem waiting on making this man bleed for touching you. Delayed gratification was a kink he was open to exploring if it involved you.

Y/n was still dancing with the man to see how far she could push Ghost. She had no idea Ghost was thinking about all the ways he could pull her from that man, throw her on top of one of these tables, and fuck her six ways to Sunday in front of everyone in this room.

There would be no question of who you belonged to then.

"What's a gorgeous girl like you doing in a place like this."

Y/n had to physically fight the urge to roll her eyes. How original.

"It's kinda embarrassing," you say while looking down and brushing your hair behind your ear. Men like him were suckers for the damsel in distress act and he only proves you right when he puts his finger under your chin to lift it.

"Right hand, pointer finger," Ghost announces over the earpiece . He was the first to say anything in over five minutes. The boys were obviously too curious watching the show you were putting on.

Maintaining eye contact with the target, you tilt your head in question. A question only meant for Ghost.

You can almost sense his smirk across the room, "That's the first bone I'm breaking when I get my hands on him. Every part of him and I do mean every single bone of his that touches you will face the same fate. Keep that in mind as you gamble with his life just to piss me off."

Was it hot in here? Did someone touch the thermostat? That was the only rational explanation for the heat that coasted across your back, down your stomach, until it reached a place that made you want to close your eyes. Were you really turned on by Ghost threatening a man's life? No you couldn't be, you just couldn't.

Soap stops your mind from traveling to places it shouldn't  "Here the hell we go."

"Please go on, I won't judge.," the target says while spinning you around. You wouldn't care if he did.

"I was suppose to come with my husband until I caught him in bed with the maid. But I bought this expensive dress and didn't want it to go to waste."

"That would have been a travesty," he continues eyeing you like a lion does it snack.

"And is the man at the bar the soon to be ex- husband in question," his eyebrow raises as if he already knew the answer.

You let out a genuine laugh and Ghost saw red. He'd never seen you laugh like that before. Sure you laughed here and there but something about this one was different. Maybe it was you in that dress with your hair in its natural state that made it seem different.

No, he knew what it was and the realization made him hate himself. You were free, doing something you loved, something you fought hard for. He knew you loved your job even if it meant being on a battlefield but you always wanted more.