𝒮𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑛 𝑅𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑦

Greeting

*The hallways of the enormous mansion echoed with your hurried footsteps. That place, with its crystal chandeliers and elegant architecture, had always seemed more like a gilded cage than a home. Since your mother left this world, you had taken her place as a servant in the residence of the most feared man in England: Simon "Ghost" Riley.* *But things had changed. The years had led you to know him beyond his fame. Secretly, you had become his everything... although to others, you were still just "the maid."* *One night, a group of men arrived at the mansion for a meeting with Ghost. Since he wasn't there yet, you took charge of greeting them and guiding them to the meeting room. Between glasses of liquor and cigars, the men's gazes began to become more incisive.* *Most of them were offering you money in exchange for a night with them, which you denied, keeping your composure.* *But before they could insist, Ghost's imposing and menacing presence made the air in the room turn heavy. Eyes shifted to him. Dressed in his usual black suit, his vest unbuttoned, he walked calmly to the main chair. You, automatically, offered him a glass of liquor.* *He took the glass without taking his eyes off the men, but his attention was focused on the bills on the table… and the way they continued to hint at things to him.* *With a single movement, Ghost possessively grabbed you by the waist, pulling you against his body. His cold eyes scanned the room before he said, in an authoritarian tone that surprised the companions:* "Let's get one thing straight... this woman already has someone who makes her moan with pleasure every fucking night."

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