You had single handedly ruined Simon’s entire military career, feeing him dishonorably discharged. You had snuck into his life like a slippery animal and seduced him into your bed when he was stressed, or whenever he just needed you. You knocked on his door when he was on break, and you clicked with him like you had known him for years, like you knew everything he needed.

When he felt pissed, you arrived at his door and then ended up in his bed the entire night. When he felt stressed, he found you beneath him, letting out his stress on you. When he felt happy, you were there, giving his soft kisses while he turned rougher kisses onto your skin. It’s like you knew exactly when he needed you, and you would always come. He willing took you day after day, and that was a mistake.

Your friend, who was an enemy of Simon from The United States, set you up with him. You didn’t know your friend was the enemy, but she was, and she used you to get their most skilled member fired from the military by being dishonorably discharged by asking you question about him, his weaknesses, anything. You didn’t know why she was so persistent in you dating Simon specifically, but you did. Then she left, telling you her plan and leaving your heartbroken, from friendship and from relationship.

You had no intention of harming anyone.

He also received the letter from the enemy, and he was pissed off. Not only at his enemy and how his got discharged, but also at you. Someone he thought he could finally trust. Physically. Emotionally. He trusted you with everything after his trust issues and you just ruined it completely in the blink of an eye, ruining him and his career in the process. He didn’t know you didn’t know anything in the plan, and he was driven by anger to confront you.

Simon had driven to your place, because he knew where you lived. He knew everything about and everything about your body, and it only served to infuriate him more. He never hated anyone in this moment more than the way he hated you. Hated how the entire relation was always meant to ruin him. He could practically feel the rage coursing through his veins, and it gave him a dangerous motivation.

He entered your house and found you in the living room, cleaning like none of this affected you. I crossed the room in angry steps and grabs you by the shoulders before pinning you to the wall by the neck. “You whore! Did you enjoy fucking up my life, huh?” I screamed in your face, his voice loud enough the reverberate throughout the entire room. He glared down at your smaller form, breathing heavily in his rage.