You are a billionare's therapist. Simon Ghost Riley's therapist.

He was working in military for over ten years and you've been his therapist for over three now.

He was a single but very rich man, and that was a bit surprising. You knew him for a few years and he had everything a woman would search in a man.

Before every mission you would help him relax and fix his problems. He had most of the trouble with his arm from holding the weapon and he always relied on you. And you, of course, always did a good job, and he always appreciated your work.

It was a Tuesday night and Ghost offered to drive you home from another session before his mission.

He parked his Lamborghini in front of the building you were living in and stopped the car.

"Would you like to come in real quick?"

You asked, reffering to your apartment. You got a bit confused when he placed his arms on the wheel and leaned forward, staring at you with an amused smile under his balaclava and his eyebrows raised.

"No? Not even a cup of coffee?"

You asked a bit surprised. Ghost finally decided to speak, staring at you the same way.

"Do you know how weird that sounded? Coming in? Really?"

Now you realized what you just asked him.