Modern Cinderella Simon Novels & Stories

Substance. Lying on his bed, dressed in a T-shirt and sweatpants, Simon browsed through various female streamers on his laptop. His gold-rimmed glasses glinted under the reading lamp. One after another, he swiped left, unimpressed. The filters were cranked too high. Most of the women wouldn’t look half as good in real life. At thirty-two, Simon had the air of someone who’d seen too much and learned to be immune to superficial charm.

She smiles, pleased when she confirms her words. “Thanks, Simone. You can let Miss Clarence come in now,” I inform her and she nods, “Right away sir”. I watch her leave my office while I run my wet tongue over my lower lip slowly. Simone was once one of my flings before she found her mate. She’s a mixed race of Black American and Latino. She was my third girlfriend and I was crazy over her that time. She’s got the sinful hourglass shape that drove every man crazy. Tall, slender, and damn beautiful with very deep dimples etched in her cheeks. It was hard to let her go when her mate showed up but I let it go…eventually. Then I stumbled upon my last.

He had expressed a desire for a child, and with his sheepish confession of fertility issues, I had endured the agony of IVF. Had I never overheard his conversation with Ciara, I would have remained blissfully unaware of his acting skills, all his facades merely a means to snatch away my assets. Just then, Simon’s cheerful voice rang out from the living room. “Ciara, you finally made it!” I rose from my seat and exited the study. Ciara walked in and scooped Simon into her arms, planting a kiss on his cheek—her movements smooth and practiced. “Simon, my boy, did you miss me?”

His hairy legs are in view and the palms on his feet are as ink black as his shiny, washed hair which always looked like it had some oil on it. It looks healthier than mine. I had arrived her for over thirty minutes and he's been here the entire time? I was mad that he didn't make himself available, knowing I had come home, but suddenly, he raised his head, and it's like my words had frozen In my mouth and my heart beat increased frantically when his kissable lips curls over his upper teeth and his dreamy eyes twinkle in mine. "Hey Mony." I roll my eyes. Mony was the short form for Simone but I didn't like it.

She was up at the circular bar chatting with bartender, with Kayden close behind her, his thumbs hooked into the tiny pockets of leather shorts, when the man appeared beside them. “I’m Simon,” he said, once Nina finally acknowledged his presence. “And you – you need no introduction.” His green eyes glinted and a lurid smile crept up one side of his face. “Oh, you’re a fan, huh?” Her tone hinted at condescension. Simon shrugged, still paying no mind to Kayden. “I liked what I saw.” “If you’re hoping for a private show, you’re outta luck. It’s my night off. Just here to enjoy.”

Simon retorted with disdain, "What right do I have? It's because I, Simon Gaal, managed to get rid of this useless trash all by myself! "He's nothing but a sweet-talker and pretty face who won over the hearts of young women like Fran and Lauren. Even a hundred Andrews wouldn't be a match for a real man like me!" Simon scoffed and laughed aloud.

How else am I supposed to introduce you? Fuck buddies? Virgin taker? Hot wolf who bedded me but doesn’t want to mate me? I almost forgot how annoying two amped-up hommes can be during a pissing contest, and I don’t need this. “I’m her best friend, Simon. Her future mate.” Simon really does find the audacity from somewhere and extends a smarmy hand with a sudden cocky manner, like he’s using that pretend title to make himself more important. I am so not used to seeing such brazen yuck on him, like the boy has a full lobotomy right in front of me and adopts a whole other persona.

One by one, he pulled every last piece of clothing from the suitcase and tossed them aside, the final one slipping from my sight and landing on the floor. Then he smirked, his tone laced with mockery. "Chloe, I bought all of this for you. Do you really think you could afford these designer brands with the scraps you make in a month?" Simon grabbed my arm and dragged me to the vanity mirror. He gripped my chin, forcing me to look at my own reflection. "Chloe, do you think it’s disgusting that I paint on women’s bodies for inspiration? But who are you to act all high and mighty? Haven’t I been the one supporting you all these years?

“And, yes, you do! You should ask him to the spring dance.” “He’s got a girlfriend, nitwit,” she said, hitting me back with her pillow. “Shit. I forgot about that.” Simon’s girlfriend is a skanky cheerleader who cheats on him regularly. “I guess you’ll just have to wait to find some hunky wolf at college.” “Go to sleep, human, before I eat you.” “You go to sleep,” I grumbled. Then I remembered what she said earlier this evening. “Besides, you said humans taste disgusting.”

What caught is attention, however, was the blonde hair, dark glasses, and white cane. “Know them?” asked Simon, following his point of interest. “One of them.” Simon’s smile broadened. “Care to introduce me, then? That little brunette is quite a stunner.” Just as Gideon was thinking to head the other direction, Rai stiffened and scented the air. Her friend notice Simon’s smile and returned the gesture. Simon, being the overly zealous flirt, extended a hand to the brunette. “I’m Simon,” he said, as if that name could open all kinds of doors.