Diggy Simmons Girlfriend Novels & Stories

The 3 PM all-hands meeting was already underway when Audrey Mitchell, the CEO's wife, shoved the door open, her expression cold as ice. She marched straight at me and slammed a photograph onto my laptop keyboard. It was taken in a luxury hotel lobby. A young woman was trying to wrap her arm around Benjamin Mitchell, our CEO, while he held his hands up in a gesture of resistance. "Dylan, is this your girlfriend?" More than a hundred people packed into the conference room, collectively holding their breath. The room went dead silent. Beside me, my intern, Zoe Brooks, slowly pushed back her chair and stood up. She turned to look at me. Her eyes were red. "Dylan, last month in the break r

i replied rudely. " hi, my name is Simon Lewis" he said gesturing his hand for a handshake and I ignore it. " sorry doesn't ring a bell, so who are you and what do you want " I replied and his countenance changed. " I should be the one asking you that.......you're with my girlfriend.....so who are you?.....c'mon Abby who the hell is he?" he asked facing my sister. " calm down Simon.......he's my... " " I'm her Boyfriend " I interrupted before she could finish her statement.

Other than me, who would even want her? The comment section exploded. [Claire only mentioned you a few times on her stream, and you fall in love? Your fiancée is really pitiful.] [Break your engagement off already. Let that woman go. Go find your true love and lock yourselves together—I'll swallow the key!] Simon must have been furious at the backlash. He immediately posted a screenshot of title deeds—with parts blurred out. [Easy for you to say. My girlfriend's family owns three properties in the city center alone. Only an idiot would call off this engagement.]

Simon whispered besides Tristan "Yes and I was dead serious about it," Tristan replied. "Are you sure? Because you are literally eye fucking her Tristan," Simon said the obvious making Tristan roll his eyes in return. "I am not okay. And what's your problem with me? Stop speaking to me," Tristan said in a hush tone making Simon giggle silently. "She's Lydia Melton. One of the most sought out models currently. I heard she's a hard one. You won't be able to get her to sleep with you. She's not an easy one looking for a rich man to build a name for herself," Simon said to Tristan.

Simon, who had never replied to any of the messages in the group chat before, suddenly resurfaced. When everyone saw that it was indeed Simon who had replied, they hurriedly took his side. "Exactly! How could Simon ever date that bitch of a woman anyway?" Simon sent a text, saying, "I've only been in love with one woman my whole life, and that's Kimberly." Seeing that, everyone else in the group started singing praises about Simon and Kimberly being the perfect couple and saying that they had been born to be together. "Happy now?" Simon asked, hugging Kimberly closer to him. "I've never liked Quinn. You know that, Kimberly."

If it weren't for your fiance, I would've pursued you for sure. The tears in Ingrid's eyes seemed to have stopped flowing. She hadn't expected Simon to be so straightforward about having feelings for her. He had even said that he wanted to pursue her. She gripped the tablecloth tightly, her heart pounding. Simon unbuttoned his suit jacket and adjusted his posture. "While I was requesting for you, a good friend of mine told me that your current fiance is Ms. Emmerson's ex-husband! Aside from that, Mr. Fletcher and Ms. Emmerson were childhood sweethearts who grew up together.

They pretended to be busy, but their ears were practically twisting like antennas to pick up what she and Simon was talking about. “I didn’t either,” she told her friend. “But…” “But nothing.” “Oh, come on Emma. My dating life is dryer than the Sahara desert. I need to live vicariously through you,” Simon complained. “Yeah, I’m not dating either. So tough luck,” she told him. “Come on, you have a hot doctor chasing you, you are staying in a mansion, a god honest mansion, with a hoard of more or less good-looking men. You need to give me something.”

Logan: "Um… The girl who chased after you all the way there." Simon: "There are too many girls. I don't know which one you mean. I'm going to delete this chat. Goodbye." Simon: "Wait, who's that in your profile picture?" Logan: "Oh, that's me and my girlfriend." 20 minutes later, Simon finished thoroughly stalking Logan on social media. Simon: "You've got a girlfriend, yet you're still concerned about how another girl's doing?"

Lisa and I decided to stay behind while everyone else went home. She wouldn't let me stay alone despite her needing to rest. It's morning and I've been worried sick about Dean. His doctor passes by us. I stand up and touch his arm politely. "Excuse me. Hi, I'm Hailee, Dean Howard's girlfriend. Is it possible by any chance to see him?" The middle aged man smiles at me. "Sure. Go right ahead." I thank him and jog to Dean's room, pausing at the door when I find him and Dani kissing. They pull away from one another.

However, Simon's eyes welled up, and he stammered, "Yoana, you didn't… The baby… You're lying, right? I can't believe it! I won't believe any of it!" 'Don't believe it then. People change. Nobody's willing to stand still and get hurt waiting for you,' I thought. "Simon, listen and listen good—I did it, the baby's gone. Besides, I haven't loved you in forever. What's more, what right do you even have to hold onto me?" He was not my boyfriend or fiance, so what was he? A stranger I used to know? He froze when he heard me, tears spilling over. He babbled, trying to explain, "No, that's not it. You're my girlfriend. Yoana, I've gone public with us in my friend circle, we can be out in the open n