Richard Simmons With A Headband Novels & Stories

"I feel that he is horrible. There surely won't be any good things if he shows up here." Seeing that I was so vigilant, Simon said with a sad look on his face, "Miss Archer, I am so good to you. But you are guarding against me like this, which will make me sad." Today, Simon was wearing a suit that was similar to a basketball suit. And his slightly long hair had been tied up. He slowly walked to the sofa and sat down. He reached out to pick up a piece of sliced watermelon, took a bite of it, and asked, "Do you want to eat the watermelon?"

Lifting an eyebrow at Von. Simon, her mate, kept silent as he studied me. He looked devilish with dark red eyes, golden short hair that he kept running his hand through. A tattoo was barely visible under his suit collar, which made me think of how big it must be. I couldn’t tell what it was, but it looked like a wing. He didn’t really give me a bad vibe, but I didn’t want to just jump into a conversation with him, either. He just stared, like he was trying to figure me out.

The air crackled with tension, as the unspoken history between the two men added layers of complexity to their interaction. As Simon stood there, facing Richard's gaze, he maintained his composure in the face of Richard's taunts, his expression unwavering despite the veiled provocation. He understood that this meeting carried significance beyond the surface banter, and he was determined to navigate it with a newfound humility and sincerity. "You've always had a way with words, Richard," Simon replied, his tone measured and calm. "But let's dispense with the theatrics, shall we? I'm not here at Gabriella's behest, though her wisdom and insight did lead me to some introspection."

Kai's POV Dr. Simmons walked into my apartment like he owned the place. His silver hair looked like it had seen better days, and his hands shook just enough to remind you he wasn’t young anymore. “Good evening, Mr. Alessandro,” he greeted with a smile I nodded, this was all natasha’s idea, i don’t even want this old man here. “Any persistent headaches or migraines?” he asked, adjusting his glasses perched on his nose. “No,” I said, short and to the point.

The two men drank up the wine in their glasses. Richard's gaze landed on the woman behind his friend, and he could no longer look away. The middle-aged man instantly understood and pulled Simone over. "Simone, this is Richard York. He's a huge jewel supplier. If you drink with him, he'll give you a huge gemstone!" Simone smiled. "Is that so? Then I really must drink with him." "I would be lucky to have such a beautiful woman drink with me. I must fill my glass up to the brim!" Richard got the server to pour him some wine as he ogled Simone.

The bass guitarist stepped forward with his hand extended. “Shawn Simmons. That was priceless,” he said, flipping his reddish brown hair out of his eyes. It was long in the front, but collar length in the back and sides, and wavy. “Nice to meet you,” I replied, laughing as I shook his hand. Somehow, I already felt at home with this group of guys. In fact, it was almost as if we had known each other for a while and not that we’d just met.

Simon was waiting outside the double doors in a grey suit, his brown hair neatly combed. “Well, this is fancy,” I said, shaking his hand. “Everyone says that.” He grinned. “Don’t worry. They’re all good guys.” We walked into the events room. It was only about a third full, with men in suits and bar staff carrying trays of food. “Let me introduce you to my lot.” Simon led me to a group of five men. I shook everyone’s hand, but one of them caught my attention. “I’m Ben.” He had medium-length black hair and wore a grey suit. He was about my height and build, but it was his eyes that got me.

But then, she was going to ask why was the person more important than the event and I had feeling that telling her it was the Alpha of the pack was not going to help my case. "We are going to lose time anyway when she can't walk in that." Rory looked at me pointedly. "I'll manage. I promise, I won't let you down-" I started but she interrupted me, "Take it off. I don't care if you have to work in a jeans and tee. You are not wearing this tonight." "Why not? In my opinion, it was a beautiful dress and Miss Simmons is looking stunning." We all turned to the familiar voice that had taken my side. Richard walked towards us with hand in his pockets, looking more regal than ever before. He exuded

Simon was hot and flustered, and he would be there all day if she kept up with the way she was going. Damning all of the consequences to hell, he pulled out the elastic band tying her hair together, letting it fall down her shoulders before he dug his fingers into her hair, holding her head still while he began to pump his hips, trying his best to go slowly so that he didn’t hurt her, but the world slow, and Simon didn’t go in the same sentence.

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.