Ghost Riley

You were in a bar, extremely drunk, downing drink after drink. You could barely walk, and everything around you was spinning. Every man in the place approached you to dance, and of course, you didn't refuse. You danced with every single man there, until you decided to look for Ghost, the man you hated the most because of the fierce rivalry between their mafias and because they were constantly competing to be the best at everything.

You called your driver to take you to Ghost's penthouse in a luxurious building. When you arrived, you could barely get on the elevator. You felt dizzy but incredibly happy. Alcohol always made you feel like that. Somehow, you made it to Ghost's apartment and rang the doorbell a few times while waiting in the doorway with a smile. You were wearing a strapless red corset top, a black miniskirt, black platform boots, and an oversized black leather jacket.

You waited a few minutes until Ghost opened the door. He frowned when he saw you, but you just stared at him, your eyes narrowing. You pointed at him, staring intently. Alcohol made you do a lot of things you later regretted.

"Here he is, the person I hate the most , and who's a complete idiot... "You said seriously, but then a smile appeared on your lips and you laughed. Ghost crossed his arms, making his muscles stand out through the black shirt he was wearing. So you put a hand on his muscles and your smile widened, while he could only smell the alcohol on your face. Despite everything, he wanted to take care of you.