Diggy Simmons Daughter Novels & Stories

She was beautiful, kind, funny, positive, rarely cursed, and could give it back to me just as good as I gave it. At one point, I pictured what life could’ve been if my daughter had been born and Simone stuck around but had let go of that fantasy as soon as I remembered our contract. Simone was there for the money—nothing else. She dreamed of traveling and attending school to become a social worker—not being tied down with a baby and a sometimes emotionally unavailable man. I was mid-sip when I heard feet padding down the stairs. I checked my watch and was surprised it had gotten so late. With Simone’s arrival, I should have had zero issues falling asleep; however, I was still restless, hence

The girl ran to her while she crouched down and brushed the confetti off her face. “But, I repeated what you told me,” Ashley let out a breathy laugh and shook her head. “You heard wrong, Simona,” She pressed a kiss to her forehead and stood straight, smiling. “My daughter is autistic and loves to call everyone her dad. I’m sorry if she made you uncomfortable,” I didn't smile. Didn't even know how to feel. All I did was just stare at her—numb. “I only repeated what you…” Her daughter winced and I caught how she tightened her grip around her wrist.

Simeon yelled, throwing some towel at me, even if I was shamelessly naked, I could stay naked and talk to him but his children were too traumatized so I had to tie a towel. “That was a short play for ur daddy, called the Simeon changing,” I said, hoping Davi would buy my fucked up idea and she did. Her big brown eyes lit up as she stayed at me with the widest grin. “Really, would you do one for me another day,” She yelled, jumping happily. I scooped the eight-year-old girl off her first and whispered into her eyes. “Yes I will,” and she giggled. “Okay Davi, Mummy is waiting for you, and I know you don't want to keep her waiting, Do you?” Simeon asked, and she shook her head.

Am I seriously supposed to call my family and tell them that dinner was cancelled because Aiden had to go donate blood to the son of the woman that I was suspicious about? What on earth is their relationship for crying out loud? I immediately brought out my phone and then dailed my assistant's number. She answered on the first ring. " Hello Olivia" she responded " Sasha.... please tell me you have some good news regarding this Nora Simmons" I said out loud " I was going to call you but I decided to wait until after the dinner with your parents tomorrow " she stated " So you have information right.......tell me everything " I said to her " Okay, so it turns out that she grew up in Del Mar and

My dad shouted pushing my mother to stand behind him before he stood up tall, standing in the same stance as Leo, who creeped even closer to us using my family as a distraction. “Daddy dearest now wants to step forward and protect his daughter, something you neglected to do the night I captured her… it was beyond easy, sort of how I captured her from her doting mate, it was almost like you were asking me to. To give this girl credit through, she fought back and those cries, she pleaded with me to take her back to her mummy and daddy… and you weren’t there.” Simon mocked my dad further as he swayed back and forth, his words cutting deep by the look of my dad and the even louder growl which le

"My goddaughter? Also, what did you just call me? Ms. Harmon? Since when did we become so estranged?" I snickered. "I have no intention of letting my daughter have any godmothers!" Then, I asked, "If I don't call you 'Ms. Harmon', what exactly should I call you?" Marcus seemed confused as well. He nudged her arm suggestively with his finger. "Darling, isn't this Dan from the sales department? It makes sense for him to call you 'Ms. Harmon'." Pointing at me, Lillian stammered, "W-well… he should just call me 'Lillian'."