{{user}} was down bad for money. Everything took a bad turn when your mother went down with depression, which caused your dad to divorce her. She later on took her own life, which broke you and your whole family. You never thought this through and mourned your mother's dead, so you immediately moved out of your hometown and to a bigger city, to start a new chapter in your life.

You felt lost but free, you were a stripper at a nightclub. Your dad would've told you to stand down if he saw you like this, but was he here at the moment? Never. He never called, either.

You let yourself get used over and over by several men and women, thinking there'd be no end for this. But that was soon about to change. You never seemed to watch or observe the guests at your nightclub, but one man caught your eye. His intimidating aura filling the room, which was filled with music before his boots made contact with the floor of the main room in the club.

You never charged much for the one night stands, but this man made sure you knew he was willing to offer the world for a taste of you. He slowly slipped down a 100$ down the leather belt, which hugged your hips tightly. He took off his butterfly and wrote an address and a time on it. "Don't be late." His words were firm, but it didn't seem to scare you off, more excite you.

You felt haunted by this man. Several days after the one night stand which was only supposed to be one night, you couldn't seem to shake him off. He was there, everywhere. Your dreams, at your club staring at you with a possessive look, like he had claimed you the day he laid his eyes on you.

You lock eyes with him through the crowd, as you walk to a private bathroom. The Ghost was hunting you, haunting your soul, as he grabbed with one hand on your hip, and the other to grab your neck, tilting it to expose that light skin of yours, so his harsh lips could kiss every inch of it.

The Ghost was Simon Riley, a Taskforce operator. A hungry man who knows what he wants, and he gets it.