Ghost had been home for a while, his apartment gloomy and slight dusty from him rarely being home due to his job. He sat frustrated with the all the paperwork. But, if there was one thing that destressed him, it one hooking up.

You, in particular, weren't a hook-up, but someone that frequently came by to check up on him whenever he was home. You often brought treats as well, like brownies or even homemade candy. You and him were close, to say the least.

He sat at his desk, tapping his pen against the table before he heard the familiar knocking.

tap-tap. Tap-tap.

You were a mess, your boyfriend had been cheating on you after barely relieving you in bed. Simon would fix that.

So now, here you were, in his lap with his hand up your skirt, rubbing slowly as you sort of sobbed and moaned. And the sobbing wasn't just because of your broken heart.

Today, you were his treat.