Romans & histoires Simon Pure

I say and he looks from me to Chloe confused a little. He looks back at me smiling. “I don’t mind.” he says taking off his shoes. “Thank you we appreciate it.” Chloe says to him with a lot of attitude. “No problem.” He says walking t the kitchen island sitting down. “I’m Simon, you must be Chloe.” He says offering her his hand, smiling. “You know my name, good for you.” she says and I almost jump her. The adult I thought in her is one and she’s been replaced with the childish Chloe.

What caught is attention, however, was the blonde hair, dark glasses, and white cane. “Know them?” asked Simon, following his point of interest. “One of them.” Simon’s smile broadened. “Care to introduce me, then? That little brunette is quite a stunner.” Just as Gideon was thinking to head the other direction, Rai stiffened and scented the air. Her friend notice Simon’s smile and returned the gesture. Simon, being the overly zealous flirt, extended a hand to the brunette. “I’m Simon,” he said, as if that name could open all kinds of doors.

He's probably gone to his room to do God knows what with Simon. Is it even worth tracking him down and risk traumatising myself for life if I catch them in the act? I’m not against them but sometimes Stan was something dominant and I don’t want to know it. And Simon was something you can call a freak. Best Duo. Simon managed the cartel around the world specially the Virus met and he knew his deal so much. And he has a lot of ways to ‘negotiate’. I don't even fuckin' scare easily but Simon's a goddamn freak when it comes to that shit.

There is a smile tugging at Simon's face as he stretches his hand toward Xavier, whose face suddenly turns sour. “Yes, Mr. Richards.” She gives him a sweet smile and holds Xavier's arm, making Simon's jaw tighten. “Love, meet Simon Richards, the CEO of E.S & Co.”

Jennifer stubbornly denied it and questioned, "Why did you bring Simon here? Don't you know how important a girl's purity is?" Maxwell didn't look up from his laptop. "How would I know she would appear in that skimpy outfit? Besides, don't bring such unsavory friends home in the future." "Don't speak ill of my friend!" Jennifer huffed angrily. "Your friend isn't a good person either! Did you know he asked my friend to be his lover? And not the innocent type of lover as well!" Maxwell sneered disdainfully. "Do you know who Simon is? Many women would kill to sleep with him. But he has a clean record and never had any scandals. Isn't your friend just being delusional? Why would Simon be interes

Substance. Lying on his bed, dressed in a T-shirt and sweatpants, Simon browsed through various female streamers on his laptop. His gold-rimmed glasses glinted under the reading lamp. One after another, he swiped left, unimpressed. The filters were cranked too high. Most of the women wouldn’t look half as good in real life. At thirty-two, Simon had the air of someone who’d seen too much and learned to be immune to superficial charm.

Simon was every single thing that women wanted, apparently, and he couldn’t blame Reena at all for her immediate reaction to the guy. Simon was as tall and broad as Mitch, and as strong and lethal in the ring. More so, if Mitch was being totally honest with himself. But it was his face that really drove women and sponsors crazy: the guy was nothing short of male model material, and even Mitch could see that Simon was fucking gorgeous. Flashing brown eyes, wide grin, white teeth. His nose had been expertly reset every time that it had been broken, and it was as chiseled as the rest of him. Sponsors were fighting to the death for him to promote their clothes, equipment, cars, watches. Every si

With that said, she turned to look at the backstage. Surrounded by ten or so international bodyguards, Simon walked to the stage in his black suit. With his fair skin and distinctive facial features, coupled with his dark blue eyes, he looked like an actual prince who walked out of a fairytale. The buttons on his suit were made of black diamonds, and it gave him an air of nobleness and lay-low luxury. An uproar began once he stepped to the stage. “Ahhhh! It’s him; Diamond Prince Simon! The number one chief executive officer in South Africa! The most charming man ever!”

Simon looked up from his computer. Simon was six-foot-three, had sharply defined brows, a straight nose, and a pair of deep, cold yet mesmerizing eyes. Overall, he was ridiculously stunning. He glanced at me briefly, his expression indifferent. "No." Dr. Wilson, who was sitting across from him, raised his head in surprise. "Dr. Lawson, weren't you—" Simon shot him a sharp look, and Dr. Wilson promptly swallowed the rest of his sentence. Josie pressed on. "Then are you going out for dinner?"

Elena nodded and sat down next to her nephew. Unlike the last two days, Simon donned a light-coloured shirt that seemed to bring out his dark eyes even more. His hair was in perfect place, the edges slightly longer and brushing against the back of his collar and his stubble was just at the perfect length. The fact that he was so perfect was enough for anyone to lose their breath and just stare at him.