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"You reject me and then cozy up to some unknown guy. What, does he surpass me in some way? Can he satisfy you in bed better than I can?" "He's better than trash like you!" "Alright, today I'll show you if I'm trash!" Simmons shut off the phone and threw it aside. He grabbed Liora's throat and, with a wicked glint, said, "When did Simmons endure such humiliation from a woman? After all these years of playing with countless women, Liora, who does she think she is? With that sexy appearance, isn't she just there for someone to enjoy, pretending to be innocent!"

It felt really weird calling her that. “Is that why it is my lucky day?” Simon asked in a sullen tone. “It is. You can watch us first hand dissect information out of Ms. Jasmine. You will get to hear first hand out she led a double life and had plans on flattening my pack, the most powerful and feared pack in all U.S and Canada.” “That is a stretch but I will allow it.” Simon shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “You don’t allow me anything. My reputation and history speak for itself.” I said in a warning tone.

Did you see how pissed he looked after that? "Yeah," Simon said. He still could not explain how he felt he knew these people. He made a mental note to look up Peter Brooklyn's website where he explained the intricacies of reincarnation. "I'm going to check out the restaurant to see if I might spot him there," Simone said, filling the silence. "Are you interested in coming along?" "Not today," he replied. "I have an important business meeting online that I need to attend." "Okay see you around later then," she said, getting up.

*Simone* "So, without further ado, let me introduce Miss Simone Carter," Jake Owens finished his long speech about welcoming me to the team. I could feel a blush creeping up my neck and shot my friend Mandy a tense look. I was hoping that my first day at Owens Group would be a low-key affair, but that wasn't to be.

'Simone pov' Second day of school and I already have so much homework. Who does that, like seriously. I guess my school. Ugh...I don't even want to be here. My name is Simone King. I'm 19 years old. I love to read books. I'm a pretty boring girl. But that's who I am. I am myself at least. I always lived comfortable. My parents weren't rich nor poor. So we used to live comfortable. Yes used to live.

Simon did not ask anything yet, he preferred to hear about the checkup result personally since deep inside he have expected the answer already. Jewel chose three pieces of maternity dress and five sets of baby clothes. She paid and head out immediately. She still have an hour and a half before Simon come. She went to a book store and check out some reference books for pregnancy after choosing 2 books she lingered in the Fiction aisle in the book store reading synopsis of any book that caught her interest. She checked her watch and it was 10 minutes before 4, hurriedly she went to pay her book in the cashier.

If she couldn’t trust anyone around her, how could she possibly win? Late that night, after Simeon had gone to bed, Mimi sat at her desk, surrounded by papers. She had always been meticulous, but now she was obsessed with finding something, anything, that could turn the tide in her favor. Her eyes scanned legal documents, emails, and text messages, looking for the smallest crack in James’s armor.

I guess this is the prime definition of waking up and choosing violence. *** “Girl, I don’t mean to be messy, but why is this stewardess flirting with Jonathan in front of your face?” Simone whispered beside me. “The Kierra Effect,” I laughed before sipping my mimosa. “You’re better than me. I would say something.” “Nah, Jonathan is handling her just fine.”

Emmet says down the phone; although he already knows the answer and wants to confirm again; she is Leona. “Not much” Simone begins; smiling to herself. “I have a few more weeks before I need to go back to work, so decided to read a book.” “Really? What book?” Emmett asks; trying not to give away he knows. “Pride and Prejudice” Simone excitedly answers; unaware Emmett knows the whole conversation she just had with Drake Spencer. “One of the classics from Jane Austin. Although; I prefer a good action novel. You can’t go wrong with a classic” Emmett teases; making sure she heard the good action novel part.

“At least now I know what all the noise was about,” Dad laughed, flipping through the book. “Good afternoon, Mr. Simmons,” Jenny and Brad instantly straightened up. “I assume this is yours,” he said, handing the book to Jenny. “Yes, thank you,” she said modestly, smiling. “Now I can finish reading how the messy-haired farm boy loses the princess.” She laughed, winked at me, and sat down on the couch. “Probably best I don’t ask,” Dad chuckled and walked into the living room.