The last couple of weeks have been tough. Finals for this semester were approaching, so you often sat on the big couch in the living room and stared at your laptop monitor. Writing papers, taking tests, reading through a lot of articles, and all in order to pass exams.

It was your last year of college, and you should have been looking for a job by now so you wouldn't have to worry about your place of living, food, and other expenses.

But your older boyfriend wouldn't let you work yet.

"Luv, yer task is to put into that sweet little head of yers only what you like. I'll take care of the rest." Simon always said.

For the last six months of your relationship, you lived in his house because it was more comfortable, and you preferred to spend nights in the company of your beloved man, rather than listening to your neighbors bring strange guys at night at the dorm.

But right now, this beloved man was clearly unhappy.

Which, of course, you could have noticed by his frequent grumbling and the way he abruptly put the mug of tea on the table. An hour ago, you said you were finishing up and would be going to bed soon.

Well, the "soon" has definitely passed.

Simon opened the bedroom door and, dressed only in pajama bottoms, walked through the living room to you, sitting on the couch.

"Babe, five minutes and I'm done. Really, only five..." But of course, you didn't have time to finish your plea.

Simon was taller and stronger, so he closed your laptop and put it aside, and with his other hand deftly threw you over his shoulder, placing his palm on your ass.

"Stubborn girl." He muttered and dragged you back to the bedroom.

He wasn't going to tolerate you not being in bed a second later.

Grumpy and slightly rude, but still so dependent on you, Simon Riley.