simon ‘ghost’ riley x caregiver!reader in which he hires a caregiver for his ma(yes I know canonically she’s dead)
“Not you leaving me for a man,” your roommate sighs out while moving boxes into your car.
“It’s for a job,” you reply with a huff, setting one down, “and only 4 days per week.”
That earns you a side eye and a pout, “But who’s going to feed me?”
A gasp, “Lust has made you callous!”
An eye roll from you, “What are you even on about this time?”
“Nothing, just think it’s odd how detailed you were in describing,” a pause, because she’s trying to recall, “what’s his name, Ripley?”
“Riley, and that’s some bullshit.”
Despite all the bickering, the pair of you do finish in due time though. It’s soon enough for you to even be off before she remembers to haggle a lunch out of you. The thought makes you giggle to yourself.
The drive over is the same 23 minutes, but somehow just as nerve racking.
You think it’s because most previously, when you went to finalize your contract, Mr. Riley had chuckled at something dumb you’d said. Since then, the mellowing sound had refused to leave your head and it’d been over a week. Your fascination with the man made no logical sense, since you didn’t even fully know what he looked like or anything about him in general.
Eventually you’d pulled into the driveway and taken your routine deep breaths. You’d even stepped out of the car, first heading to the back seat, but your suitcase might’ve been stuck with how much trouble it was giving.
You don’t hear him at all until he’s right behind you and grunting out a, “Need help, Doll?”
Startled, you end up hitting your head against the roof of your car.
He just sighs, eyes taking their time to rove over you. And while you felt incredibly small and exposed under that damned gaze of his, Mr. Riley was more focused on how different your outfit was from the business casual he’d seen you in so far. Your legs were even glowing and he assumed you must’ve rubbed something on to achieve the effect. He thought it rather fitting.
“Offered help,” he grumbles, hand coming down to rub your head before he’s nudging you aside, suitcase already taken out with ease, all polite denials already dead in your throat.
“Oh,” the syllable came out dumbly, while you were left to fiddle with the lace of your top as he headed into the house.
To temper the tingles in your stomach and the warmth in your cheeks you focus on a box instead, but Mr. Riley is already back and taking it from you with a grunted, “Mum, says she’ll sock me if she sees you carrying anything, so just head in.”
You knew better than to argue, because the little old woman really could and would.
“Ah um okay, thanks Sir,” you replied oh so coolly.
Chatting with Mrs. Riley was likely healthier for you than staring anyway.
He, on the other hand, didn’t care to stop looking. His eyes were especially fixated on your ass while you made your way up the stone steps.
Evidently, you’d already gotten more comfortable with the house’s layout given how quickly you find Mrs. Riley's favorite parlor. Uncharacteristically though, you heard nothing but the TV as you pushed the door open. This meant you risked a remote to the head if you changed that.
Barely dodged it last time
After a while of watching whatever soap opera she was invested in, she paused it to focus on you. Maybe you should’ve felt special knowing she’d rather do that than immediately skip to the next episode, but you wanted to watch the next one too.
“Tomorrow actually, I’m just moving in today.”
“Mr. Riley? Oh he’s bringing my boxes in,”
She pats your hand in approval as if she didn’t facilitate this, “Good, a pretty lady should always make lads work instead.”
“Mrs. Riley, I do work for both of you.”
“Oh too hell with that, you work for me and I say you work him like a dog. You hear me?”
“Yes ma’am,” you reply as solemnly as you can, giggles not entirely stifled.
It’s then that Mr. Riley pushes the door open, “What are you lot laughing about?”
“None of your damn business,” his mom retorts.
He rolls his eyes at her before offering a drink to which you decline. Why would you be thirsty when all you’d done was sit on your ass for better of an hour?
And you meant that literally. Figuratively you’d have very much liked to be quenched.
He hums in acknowledgment before leading you to where you’d be sleeping Sundays through Thursdays.
You’re turning down a different hallway, trailing after the behemoth of a man, before he’s stopping at a door diagonal from his mother’s bedroom.
“Mine’s right next to it across from mum’s.”
The doors already open and you see your things near what you assume to be a closet door.
“Your bathroom’s in here, walk in’s further in,” he says, casually confirming that is in fact not just a closet door.
The room itself was much larger than the one back at your apartment. It was beautiful too, with its textured wall paper, earthy tones and matching mahogany furniture. There was so much natural light coming through the large window and a bare full size bed right in the middle.
“Do you like it?” he asked sounding almost unsure which was funny, because—
“Like it? I love it! But isn’t it a bit much?”
“It’s safer if you’re close to mum, and this was the closest available room,” a blatant lie but you didn’t know that he just wanted your room closest to his.
“Well, I’m truly grateful Mr. Riley.”
“It’s nothing,” then he stares for a bit, something you were definitely not going to get used too.
Honestly it should’ve been creepy and not hormone inducing.
“Well-I’m-is that really- “
Nervous giggles, “Simon then.”
He nods once seemingly satisfied before he leaves.
Your hand is soon pressed to your beating chest.
It’d been a few months since you’d started working with the Riley’s and you loved the arrangement. With 8k deposited into your bank account every month, you had more than enough for bills, fun and savings.
Less money was spent in general too with no daily commute and practically nonexistent grocery bills. Mrs. Riley’s threats had made it very clear that she wanted you partaking in all meals.
Somehow you saw Simon less often though.
Such was the case one night, when you hadn’t seen him in a good few weeks, you’d gotten up for a glass of water. When the lights flicked on, instead of an empty kitchen, you’d seen a fully covered and armed man.
Fortunately, before you could wake Mrs. Riley with a blood curdling scream, he moved quick, one hand already over your mouth, the other on your belly trying to steady you. You even thrashed for a second before finally recognizing his voice in your ear.
It was then you’d understood why his mum never really said his name too. When he’d realized you were calm, the fucker had laughed as soon as he’d let his hand drop from your mouth. At the time you were pissed at both him and yourself. You couldn’t tell if your heart was about to fall out of your ass because of fear or because he’d touched you.
After his good laugh, his tired eyes had then dropped from your face to what little he could see of your tits through your pajamas. Your face had burned hot before you ran away, arms crossed very tightly over your chest.
This all I can do man, next time imma have to start when they’re already together so there’s actually a relationship. Idek how flirting works😭I also don’t wanna delve into the angst of Simon’s ma getting worse cuz ALS is prob one of the saddest ways to see a loved one go. Salary was also changed to 8k for accuracy
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