Richard Simmons With A Headband Novels & Stories

He informed, a smile forming on his lips. Liam raised his eyebrows, a bit confused. Why was this guy telling him his name, when he already knew? "Yeah, I know that," Liam replied, with a casual expression. "Anyways, what did you want to discuss?" He asked, curiously. Staring at Simon as if he was trying to read his mind. Simon smirked, exposing his gold teeth, and then he walked over to Liam, "I'm the head of the biker gang." Simon smugly said as he looked into Liam's eyes. Thinking Liam was now feeling afraid of him.

“Let’s go,” I whispered, clutching Richard’s hand. But he yanked it away. “We can’t just leave like this. Please, Lisa. We need to see the Alpha.” “Let’s gooo!” I snapped—louder than I meant to. The pain cracked through my voice like glass shattering. The door creaked open. Simon stepped out, shirtless and calm, Mira draped behind him like a poisonous shadow. Her smirk was pure venom, her eyes sharp enough to cut.

" I was really grateful for the info and tried to remember my googled pictures of the band but couldn't. A big curly head came towards me. "I'm Taylor..." Jayden came right behind him and pushed past him to me. "Taylor, this is Joey...!!" His eyes widened and there was another giant standing in front of me. He had light blonde hair and steel blue eyes. He smiled at me and winked. Jayden punched this light blonde young man in the chest. “Joey... this is Simon! ...Taylor and Simon are in my band...' Simon shook my hand and kissed it charmingly. Then he laughed and Jayden fought him briefly for fun.

“Fuck you, motherfucker! I’ll kill you, you piece of shit! Do you hear me?! I’ll fucking—” Richard screamed, his threat falling to deaf ears. Simon stood up from his seat and walked towards him, his hands tucked inside the pockets of his pants. He crouched in front of Richard, doing his best not to let his filth spoil his suit. “You know what?” He tilted his head to the side, his smile stretching on his face. “You’ve become such a pain in my ass that I can’t help but wonder if you have a death wish.”

Simon greeted as she walked in. Bridget smiled cheerfully. "You look dashing, my boy. Are we attending any special event at Creek Island?" She asked Simon, who was dressed in plain black trousers, a black tucked in long sleeved shirt unbuttoned at the chest, a pair of black designers on her feet and a couple others on his wrist. His outfit was exuding charm, class and style. He looked at his aunt and smiled softly. "Thank you. But we all know that you are the most beautifully dressed one right here. Those pearls are so beautiful. I would love to get one of those for the women in my life who don't own one already." He said, gently excluding Bridget.

They stayed quiet for a bit but finally Gabriela broke the ice, as usual. “Jeez, look at you…You look like you ran a marathon” Gabriela commented on Simon’s looks, as he looked disorganized, his hair was all over the place and his facial expression was just like one ready to beat people in a Jackie Chan movie. “I swear if I get those reporters that did this, they will be begging me to arrest them” Simon’s jaw clenched and he held up his fists. Gabriela kept looking at him and in a calmer tone, she faced him.

It sobered me up in an instant. I mumbled an apology, trying to pull away from the man's trench coat, my eyes dropping to his wrist. The watch he wore looked oddly familiar. A rare edition, limited worldwide. Even Charles couldn't get his hands on one. "Sorry. I'm so sorry," I said again. I knew who he was. I didn't look up. Didn't need to. "Your hand is bleeding," he said, his voice low, textured with something like exhaustion. "It's nothing."

Callum has strawberry blonde hair and has a fair skin tone, his face is more chiselled than Luke’s and he is the smallest of the four but he knows how to pack a punch. Finally there is Simon, he is a skinny guy who is just starting out to define his muscles, he has light brown hair and green eyes and his face is very soft. “Any problems today gents?” I ask as Brian shakes his head. “No sir, he has been quiet the whole day. I think his body is slowly shutting down.” I nod my head as I walk towards the vault doors, “Simon bring me a bottle of water and bread. Let's see if we can make him talk while dangling something he needs in front of him.”

But in the next minute, he furrowed his brows due to feeling a weight in his pockets. Simon quickly dipped his hands into his pocket and took out the contents. His brows knitted upon taking out a breathtaking custom-made necklace and wristwatch studded with tiny diamonds, with a little paper accompanying it. The necklace and wristwatch had a little white rabbit carved on them. Even without being told, Simon knew the person who could place such a thing in his pocket. He languidly opened the paper and went through it. ‘Put it on. If you lose it, I'll punish you when I return.’

“Damn!” Simon saw a man in the crowd who was wearing a hood and a facemask. He looked at Luna, who was still talking to the police. He looked back at the man in the hood, and then it took off the facemask. Simon’s eyes got bigger when he realized who the man was. It wears the facemask back. When Luna touched him, he was surprised. What exactly is it? Luna asked, after noticing that Simon had turned pale. “Rafael... I saw Rafael..” Simon said.