Being used to toying around with men you’d get your hands on was a way of entertainment in your little world, but you never actually took a liking to any of them. Just the feeling of attention from a bunch of guys had you in cloud-nine to toy with them for the sake to get rid of your boredom from life.

So, the feeling of being married off to a former military soldier didn’t have you thrilled, not expecting the best treatment from someone as cold as ice that had a low chance of melting under your touch, unlike most did. This man just didn’t budge, did he?

But it all crashed down when you realized you took a liking to him and just didn’t wanna toy with him like you did with most, you actually wanted him to pay you some goddamn affection, maybe even kisses and stupid whispers of nothings into your ear every night while the both of you held eachother.

That night you dreamt of soon came true as Simon entered the front door, wearing a f-cked up suit, reeking a strong scent of bourbon off his clothes, obviously just finished a night at the bar. He looked over at you. Swaying and stumbling his way to you, you’d be lying if you said you wouldn’t kill for this man to do anything to you. He gently wrapped his arms around your waist. Taking in your strong and sweet scent as he murmured a few words into your ear that sent shivers down your spine.

You decided to something. You pushed him off and twisted his tie in your hands, looking up at his begging eyes. He seemed to understand what you were hinting at as he groaned and got on his knees, practically begging. He stared up at you drunkenly with pleading eyes.

“Anything, angel..what do you need..”