Diggy Simmons Daughter Novels & Stories

“Hi, love. The conference is going really well. The presentations ran long today, but I think we’re making good progress. How are things at home? Is Simon’s girlfriend settling in okay? I’ve only seen her in the pictures he sent. Is she a good girl? Pretty? I hope she’s making herself comfortable.” Oh, I’m a good girl, Mummy, I thought, my mind spinning as Daddy’s cock thrust deeper hitting my G-spot. The perfect, innocent good girl who’s spreading her legs right now for your husband. The one who’s letting him fuck her raw on his desk while you’re away at a conference. Simon said I was really beautiful, didn’t he? But he doesn’t know how much wetter I get when his father looks at me. How my

Simmons led down first as I still stood astonished with the looks and beauty. "How do you manage this place ms. Maggot?" Inquired I. "I just do the usual. Grow rice and coffee." Replied she chuckling in expectation we took it as a joke. "And you are the mystery in my dream young lady?" Said she looking a Simmons. "Oh no. This is my companion Maximus Simmons. He is a boy ms." Responded I hurriedly. "Of course you expect me to believe you. Does she look like a boy to you?" She asked with proof. " the last time I spoke to lord Hocus. He told me about your stay at his home willete Duskwick. "

She frowned and bluntly replied, “You’re putting your life on pause for someone you don’t even know exists? How pathetic!” Mrs. Simons covered her mouth in surprise. She did not mean to reveal her real nature, but for some reason, Maya reminded her of the old Duke- Thomas’ daughter, and that infuriated her. Thomas’s only daughter- his only legitimate child and heir to everything their family-owned, passed away young for the same reason: she, too, was naïve and kind to a fault. It was something that Mrs. Simons benefitted from because with Allison Simons out of the way, she was next in line to owning everything, but she hated how Thomas’ daughter was too... genuine and pure.

“But, that means Harriet is really dating the first grandson. Right?” “Yeah. So you need to stop dreaming anymore,” Mandy added fuel to Mario’s aching and burning heart. “Hmp,” Mario sobbed with a pout. “However, Harriet is the daughter of Astell Wyatt. I heard Astell has only one daughter. So who is that woman?” Jaymee asked. “We don’t know yet. And the fact that Director Zion is holding that woman, it is weird,” Haidee added.

the child chirps and throws her arms around Simone’s neck. For the first time in days, Simone smiles when she hugs the child to her chest. “You know what, I missed you too.” “Can you make me some eggs? Mommy’s doesn’t taste as good as yours." I smile at the pair. The girl is adorable, and it’s clear that Simone loves her. Do I really want to rip her whole world apart again? She’s happy here, she has friends, people who care about her. Do I want to be that asshole?

"And why on Earth would I consent to that?" I heard the semi annoyed voice of my step father inquire. I was bombshell shocked; so she came all the way from San Francisco, just to ask my step father's permission to have me marry her son? But why me? After all these years of losing contact with each other... Why did she need to pick me for such a thing? I wasn't even sure I knew how Simon looked like anymore, talk less of having feelings for him. This was just insane.

"Doesn't she look just like you?" "No, I don't look anything like her." Ashley put her phone away. "Yes, she does. With makeup, she'll look just like you." "What's her name?" "Julie James. Daughter of Henry and Emma James. She's an orphan, adopted by her uncle Jeffrey and aunt Summer Greene. She was an only child of her parents." Creepy. I was convinced she was stalking me from my birth. "How do you know so much about m-her?"

I said nothing. “I met Simone today. We played golf.” I still didn’t answer. She didn’t need me to. She kept talking, voice light. “Simone’s daughter—Renee—is back in the country. Do you remember her?” I looked at her now, slowly. My voice was flat. “So?” Mother smiled. That kind of smile that never reached her eyes. “Don’t be so quick, Dacre. Just listen.” “I don’t want to hear what you have to say.”

POV: Simon and I have been friends for a while now. His mom runs FY Glams. It’s a reputable organization that makes expensive, high class jewelry. She has been in the business for a long time and she knows everything there is to know about Jewelries. They have mingled long enough with the elites to be considered one of them. Everyone in our department knew that his mom was a big shot in the jewelry business, so many girls clung to him and tried to use him to climb up the social ladder.

Anxiety showed on his face. Aria glanced at him. "Is something else bothering you?" "Uncle David's missing." Simon felt indebted for the first time. She had saved his life, yet he was here asking another favor. But who else could he turn to? "Dr. Carver, could you help find him?" Simon's eyes shimmered gold. "I'll do anything if you find him." Aria's memory proved remarkable. "Are you talking about David Simmons?" "Yes!" Simon finally showed emotion fitting his age. "I needed more herbs lately. He's not a practitioner and doesn't know how to treat me. He came to Janovin for money but vanished after bringing home 30 thousand dollars.