Baba Chops X Simon Smoke Novels & Stories

he muttered loud enough to caught everyone's attention back to him once again. Simon's ears perked up like a dog who just had heard its name called by his owner as he heard the word 'babe'. Quickly, he swallowed the food he just had shoved in his mouth and gulped a large amount of water. "Babe?" he asked horrendously. Jay looked at him with a huge boastful smile plastered on his lips after he told the waiter to serve them the expensive wine. "Don't you know?" he asked arrogantly.

Alpha Alan chuckles, "You're the lips and I'm the brains" Simon scoffs, "What's that supposed to mean?"

Okay sir" She replied. "You are making the same mistake" He said and walked to me looking into my eyes but I carried my eyes away. And thank God, he said nothing. Now we are to prepare snacks which are small chop and exhibit it, to show our marketing talent. Small chop consists of Samosa, mosa and spring roll and any proteinous foods like meat, chicken... ................................................... We are given that task to fry the chicken. And I swear, It was hard frying it, especially with the fact that it splashes oil on our body.

I say looking around and keeping an eye on my herd. Alex bends and kisses my exposed shoulder watching me admire my surroundings. A minute later a ding was heard near the entrance and we walked back to greet Simon “you summoned..” Simon says making Alexander smirk “my girlfriend…’ Alex makes a face at the word … before continuing “we would like lunch.. “ “what would you like?” Simon asked me “what do you suggest?” I ask politely making Simon stare wide-eyed at me “you want my suggestion?” I nod “is that alright?” I ask confused tilting my head and making Alex chuckle pulling me infront of him instantly wrapping is arms around my shoulders. “I don’t get it?” I tilted my head up at him at simo

"Cynthia! Lucien! Come eat! I made dinner tonight!" Just then, Simon—whom Cynthia had sent on an errand—returned with a food box in hand. "What's this?" Anders asked curiously. "It's my farewell gift to you," Cynthia said, opening the box. A rich aroma of alcohol and sweetness filled the air. Anders's eyes lit up in delight as he exclaimed, hopping with excitement, "Is this… Baba au Rhum?!" Cynthia smiled. "You really are a foodie, big brother. One glance and you already knew."

“Anytime you have questions or just want to talk, I’m here, Simon. Thank you for trusting me.” Simon cleared his throat, and when I heard footsteps, I quickly rushed back to the stove to dish breakfast out, handing each of the patiently waiting girls a plate before the guys made it upstairs. After I handed Simon his plate, Rip wrapped his arms around my waist as he put his chin on my shoulder. “Breakfast smells amazing, Nomes.” “It’s your favorite. Garden eggs with ham,” I replied. “Thank you, baby. I can’t wait to eat.” “Here’s your plate,” I laughed as I scooped a healthy amount onto a plate for him.

He picked up a black stone, glowing faintly. “This will mask my scent, Steve won't know I am close," he said with a dark smile. Then he picked up a tiny bottle of silver powder looked at it then smiled to himself. “And this will weaken him if he tries to fight.” Simon wasn’t planning to fight, not at first. He wanted Gabby to come with him willingly and agree to be with him, not because he just wanted her, but because they were meant to be together. But if things didn’t go as planned, he had to fight to have her.

Annabelle was in a cheerful mood, and her eyes curved into a smile. "Hmm, it reminded me of the taste of my grandma's cooking." Simon was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter, saying, "That's quite a high praise for me." "Hey? Is this... made by you?" "Not like?" Annabelle only just noticed that Simon was indeed dressed comfortably and casually today. When they had greeted them earlier, his sleeves were slightly rolled up, and he even reminded Kim to be careful with the stove while speaking.

Floating along the sides is a very distinctive plant. “You gave me marijuana?” I’m baffled that they’d even put that in a drink. “And a shit ton of alcohol,” Simon announces proudly. “It's my favorite drink when I need to loosen up.” He holds up his own and takes a long, deep drink. “How are you feeling? Still nervous?” I take another drink, The more I have the tastier it becomes. Giggling, I reply, “No.” “She’s ready,” Madison concurs. “Let’s get out on that dance floor!”

“I slept for over 10 hours,’’ I let out, stunned. “And Simon still isn’t back?’’ “What, do you miss him?’’ Eva asks teasingly, making my cheek go red. “My brother is just a busy guy, don’t worry.’’ “You have to admit that disappearing all night is a little sketchy! Like, is he a drug lord or something.’’ Eva bursts out laughing, turning off the stove top. She turns to me with teary eyes. “Oh, my Goddess, you’re hilarious! Simon is anything but a drug lord.’’ I feel myself blush at how hard she’s laughing at me, a little embarrassed by my question. “I made you breakfast,’’ Eva smiles and lays down a plate in front of me. Expecting a plate as messy as the kitchen, I’m surprised to find a plate