Diggy Simmons Girlfriend Novels & Stories

It clattered against the plate. Davis stepped over to me and kept his voice low. "Ms. Sinclair. Which one took your card?" "Him." I tipped my chin at Justin. Davis turned. His tone went cold. "Sir. Return the card. We've already called the police." Vivienne still hadn't caught up. She slammed her palm on the table and shot up. "Return? That's my boyfriend's card! Who do you think you are, some middle manager waltzing in here?"

, she replies, trying to keep her composure. Dominique twitches his lips in a half-smile, without any sympathy. “I've never heard of it”, he says, dryly. Before he traumatized the girl any further, because Dominique is as good at this as Maurice, I rushed to intervene. “She's Simon's girlfriend. He brought her to meet you today.” Dom continues to stare at her, as if he's evaluating something that doesn't make sense to him. Angelina lowers her hand in embarrassment, and I don't know where to put my face. He nods briefly in an almost automatic gesture and then faces me.

Mrs Roberts smiled and gave him a peck,she did the same with Violet and turned to leave but suddenly stopped. "Wait a sec,am I missing something? Are you guys finally a thing!' She exclaimed and Violet eyes widened,she immediately stood. "No ma'am-" "Yes mom! She finally agreed to be my girlfriend!" Simon cut in and interlocked thier hands. Violet looked at him feeling a little bit embarrassed. "OMG! I'm so happy... Thanks for giving him a chance even though he's a pain in the neck. Try not to get tired soon,cos he's a clingy type" Mrs Roberts said to Violet who gave a smile in return.

I nodded slowly getting his point. "So, is that your sister, who is with That Simons guy?" he asked while taking a glance at me. "Yeah, she's his fiancé. She's pretty right?!" I smiled while watching her smiling as she kept looking at the model who kept posing in front of the camera. "Hmm, she is pretty." he agreed with me while nodding his head with a blank face.

SIMON “Hi, husband. Happy to see me after so long? It doesn’t matter that you abandoned me to deal with depression, and body dysmorphia on my own. I still love you.” Paula said, waving at Simon , a huge smile plastered on her face. “Mr. Beaumont. We love this so much. Can you give your beautiful wife a kiss so we can capture the beautiful moment?” One of the stupid paparazzi chose that moment to ask such a dumb question, and Paula smiled even harder.

she asked Perry, her housemate. He tilted his head to one side and rested his hands on his waist. Even without make-up, her face was naturally beautiful. “Like Margot Simmins … a free-spirited hippie who roams the city without a care in the world … looking for the next unassuming gentleman who’s about to get his next great lay and left to wonder what the fuck just happened to him,” he hugged her from behind. “I feel sorry for the poor bastard already,” he chuckled. “Oh please … guys love no commitment fucks, they’d do it every day if they can.”

She gestured to me, and I offered a handshake. “I’ve heard of you,” she said, giving me a once-over. “Quite the impressive young man.” “Jane, Jane!” Shannon called, dragging a guy behind her. “This is Simon, my boyfriend. He plays rugby at university.” “Hi, I’m Simon. Shany’s told me a lot about you,” he said, shaking my girls' hands. After a brief chat, Jenny stepped aside with Shannon. The tall, broad-shouldered, short-haired guy gave my girlfriend a look that lingered far too long while she was distracted.

Years older than me with a career slaying. "Dad has a party at home," I shrugged. I can see that his girlfriend is getting closer to where we are. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at us. "Your girlfriend is here," I laughed. I know this scene. Simon immediately looked at her. "So... that's why you're cold to me? Was it because of her?" Courtesy of his girlfriend. I raised an eyebrow. Simon immediately grabbed her by the waist. He then denied it. Simon and I were just close! Close friends! I'm used to his arrogant attitude and playboy side. In fact, we've been friends since elementary.

she instead asked. “Simiyan Collier. It’s so lovely to finally meet you!” Simiyan smiled. Emily’s gaze travelled to our interlocked hands again, before coming to me. “What’s going on here?” she asked. “Where?” I counter asked. “Here! Who is this woman?” she snapped. Before I could say anything, Simiyan beat me to it. “Oh, he didn’t tell you? I’m so sorry! I’m his fiancée!” Simiyan beamed, revealing a pink diamond rose ring which I assumed must be magic.

I lied "It's okay to want something you always crave back, you are human anyway, being in a close space with my hot ex-husband, I would also want to fuck him." She chipped in. I smiled, trying to change the conversation, I asked her about her new date and how I knew him. "It's Simon," she said bluntly My jaw dropped. Confused not knowing what to say, I gathered my thoughts before asking her the question on my mind. "Simon Dantes, Jonathan's friend, The doctor" I questioned