Dating Sim Ds Novels & Stories

he asked. He sounded so cocky, so relaxed, like he did not have a single care in the world. I leaned back slowly in my chair. “You’re late,” I snapped. He scoffed and adjusted the cuffs of his suit. “I am sorry Mr. Danson, the email came to me by 6AM. Was I supposed to teleport over here?” he asked sarcastically. I nodded once. “Sit.” Simon narrowed his eyes slightly but still obeyed. He dropped into one of the chairs across from my table and man spread comfortably like he owned the damn building.

Her hand that was around my neck now shifts to my hair and she pulls on it, causing a moan to escape my lips. Suddenly my phone rings and it stops the rhythm. We both break away from our embrace and her face looks as flushed as ever. Her lips are red and a bit swollen. Both of our chests are heaving up and down, due to our accelerated heart rates and breathing. “Hello?” I answer my phone when I pull it out of my pocket. A machine voice tells me that it’s a call coming from a jail house and I say ‘Accept’, after the brief explanation. “Hey, Quincy.” The familiar voice flows to my ear. It’s Daniel Sims.

My phone beeped again; another text from Simon. SIMON: < We need to talk. > Like hell, we needed to.

He went to his bedside table and picked it up, opening his phone he saw three hundred and fifty-five missed calls from the movie company chairman, CEO, and director, his father, Beverly, his stepmother, and Mason. Damien dropped his phone and walked into his bathroom, stripping himself naked, he put on the shower, the warm running water running through his hair down his big drooping rose tattoo at his back, at his waistline was a date tattoo, his long masculine fingers run into his hair as he close his eyes to feel relaxed. At the hospital, Simon woke up from the cushion he slept on, he looked at the lady with bandages on her head, and he sighed recalling what the doctor told him.

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.

Damian approached slightly, his expression filled with curiosity. "Of course. Taggart was supposed to be Alpha, replacing Bruce. Isn't it like that?” Simon is still neutral, but he supports Taggart. Damian shows a positive attitude without being overtly offensive. He aims to garner Simon's sympathy and sow doubt about Taggart simultaneously. He must execute precision and flawlessly. “Ah, did you hear about the Luna that he mated? She's an ordinary girl.” Damian's face still held a friendly, innocent look; there was no trace of hate.

He had dual SIM cards inserted in his phone for work purposes with different ringtones for each line, making it easy to differentiate between them. And hearing that it was a call for the number tied to the backup SIM, Jasper picked up his phone, expecting a call from Renee. Glancing at Sam who was busy eating opposite him, Jasper went over to the glass wall to answer it.

"You're so annoying. What are you even doing here? I've already told you that I don't have time to eat with you. Who do you even think you are? Go get a reality check and take a good look at yourself before you even think about talking to me," Victoria said. She looked extremely impatient and slammed a poker card onto the table. "Nine of Diamonds!" Just then, I saw a number above Victoria's head. It showed her affection level at 20%. After she finished speaking, the number over her head flickered and dropped to 10%.