Novel & Cerita Richard Simmons With A Headband

I knew instantly who'd done it. Before long, the Internet was piling on. "Ten years is more than enough to leave someone in the dust. Mark seriously thinks he can beat Jerome? The same guy he personally shipped overseas to study? What a joke." Then one comment caught my attention. "Is it just me, or is he actually the guy who used to simp for the Burkes' long-lost daughter they just found?" "Nah, you've got it wrong. That's the Swain heir. Why would he be simping for her?"

Ben, standing nearby, felt exhilarated. Hahaha! Exactly! Kick him twice more, and then throw him out with the flowers! "Hey, beauty, don't be so heartless. I have a surprise for you today." Simmons wore a sly smile, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a bunch of baby's breath. He used a lighter to set the flowers on fire in front of her. With a whoosh, flames flickered. The baby's breath flowers turned to ashes instantly. Simultaneously, a shiny diamond necklace appeared in his hand.

I only had a lacey, almost seethrough bra on. "Just don't get my fucking face in it! It ain't rocket science!" Simon snapped as if realising the issue with being put on camera. Sensing the tension brewing between the two of them, I fought my instinct to smile in hopes I would be left alone with Simon long enough to pit them against each other. The more I allowed them to bicker between themselves, the less they were focused on me! Or giving me that fucking wolvesbane!

Was the person he had hugged the same person as who he was holding in his arms now? Simon's heart suddenly beat faster, but he was not a person who easily showed his thought. He looked calm on his face. "Your costume is very interesting, especially these bands." "Really?" The girl did not answer him, but put her hand on his shoulder and said, "But yours looks common. What is the character?" "Myself." Simon raised his lips. "Is there a problem?" This was indeed his style. "Of course not." The girl smiled. Someone suddenly bumped into her from behind. "Ah..."

"You, child, sometimes think too much before doing things, leaving people unsure of what to say. Your uncle has no children, you are his only relative. If you need help, just say the word." Paige nodded and finished the drink in her cup, "I won't be polite to you." She chatted with Simeon for a bit and then headed back to that private room. Simeon raised his hand and patted her shoulder, "Go ahead, I came here to meet with business partners too." Paige gave Simeon a few bottles of good wine, even though she knew he didn't need them, but it was a gesture from a younger generation. Simeon chuckled and waited for her to leave, the smile on his face slowly fading away.

"Ugh—" I winced, biting back the sound, glaring up at him. Simon paused, then muttered for them to untie me. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a necklace, glittering with diamonds. "Heidi..." His voice tried for soft. "I had this made for you. Think of it as... goodwill." He held it out, the gems catching the dim light, all sharp edges and fake promises. I didn't budge. Just stared him down. "What, trying to bribe me now? Afraid I'll run?"

Simon was standing over at the edge, while Theresa ran over to where he was, to help him up. "Are you okay?" She asked, checking the back of his head for any injury. "Are you bleeding? Are you hurt?" Sam rubbed the throbbing part of his head and looked at his hands. Thankfully, there was no blood. "Yeah, I guess." He looked her over. "What are you doing back here? You were supposed to be in your apartment." All the while, Simon was looking into the sky. He had already clutched the pistol in his hand and was tapping it on his sides, endlessly whilst awaiting their little romantic reunion until he decided he was not having it.

“Calm down, young’un, I have my hands full with my own woman’s shit, but this was a necessity.” “Why do I never understand you? Why was it necessary for you to buy my girl jewelry?” “Simons’ jewelry isn’t what it seems. What I mean to say is that there’s more to his jewelry than just a fashion statement. His specialty is tracking devices.” It took me a minute to catch on to what he was saying. “You have tracking devices in your wife’s jewelry?”

I nodded, pretending I wasn’t already overwhelmed. Dr. Simons was sitting behind a large oak desk when I walked in, and the first thing I noticed was how kind her smile looked the moment our gaze met. She had short, silver-streaked hair that was neatly styled, and her glasses perched delicately on her nose. Her hazel eyes were warm and there was this genuine sweetness about her, like she truly cared. “Miss Harrison, please have a seat,” She said, gesturing to the chair across from her.

Slowly everyone nodded and their stances turned less intimidating and I finally let breathed out in relief, mentally thanking Adrian. "You're not off the hook." Simone warned, poking me in the nose. "Aww, I come on!" I groaned, pulling her into a hug. Luckily she did hug me back but until she could reach behind and untie my ponytail, messing up my hair. "What the hell?" I protested, trying to reach for the band but she ran behind the couch and no way was I going to chase her for a stupid black rubber band. "Fine keep it. My birthday gift to you."