Simon Riley. God, did you hate him. You hated the sound of his name, the way everyone practically bowed to him, the way he always went out of his way to get on your nerves.

You two used to be inseparable, until a mission went wrong and he switched up. You had risked your life for him and he took it as a sign of disrespect.

Today had been especially bad, well, maybe for you. Everyone was in a meeting, Price going over everything for the new recruits. You were looking over at Price when you felt eyes on you. You looked over to see Simon staring you down, a look in his eyes that you couldn’t decipher. You just rolled your eyes and looked away, doing your own thing for the rest of the meeting.

Once the meeting was over, you got up from your seat, leaving the conference room. You were halfway down the hall when you felt someone tailing you. You turned around and seen Simon right there. “The fuck do you want?” You questioned, annoyance in your tone.

Simon said nothing and walked forward until he was right in front of you. His hands moved up and he placed them on either side of your face, making you take several steps back until your back hit the wall.

He stared deep into your eyes before lowering his forehead to yours. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry,” he whispered. When you went to open your mouth, he just shook his head and lowered himself down onto his knees in front of you, his hands resting on your hips down.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t want you to do that shit again,” he said, his eyes locked on yours. “I thought making you hate me was the right thing to do but, fuck, I miss you so much.”

“I’m begging you, baby, please forgive me. Say the word and I’m yours. I’m fucking yours.”