Richard Simmons With A Headband Novels & Stories

She smiled widely at him. She looked like she had just stepped out from the bathroom because he could smell her expensive body wash on her skin. Warding her off with his free hand, he dropped his briefcase on a side table and took few steps away from her. "What are you doing here Simone? When did you even get back?" Richard tugged his tie lose and started to remove his jacket. Simone drew closer to him and helped him get rid of his jacket, "this morning," flashing him another wide grin, "I'm here because I missed you."

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.

Simon shrugged off the guards, they wanted to hold him down again but Freddy waved them off. Staring at Simon with angry eyes, the guards left the office. “What is this about Simon?” Freddy asked, relaxing back on his black leather swirl chair, as usual, he was putting on his black blazers, his bald head looked like sunlight illuminating the room. There were several loads of cash on his table and other contrabands, Simon seem to have entered at the wrong time. Hatake was standing next to him, with his mask on, hands on his sword at all times. The two guards that stood behind them were also on alert.

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.

Simon announces holding the power control under his thumb grinning from ear to ear. Fuck! He had this planned.

A long silver blade sticking out the back of her head with flames pouring out of it 'The artifact!' Cinnabar howled in approval. Excitement filled us as we wondered if it was Eloise who had managed to escape and take down the witch somehow. Deathly pale skin and white locks greeted us as Simon emerged from the shadows looking around on high alert. He was in a tattered pair of jeans and a shirt that was soaked in blood, along with his arms.

"Your lawyer's here. You made bail." Simon's head snapped up. "Bail? I thought the judge denied it." The guard shrugged. "Somebody pulled some strings. Let's go." In a daze, Simon followed the guard through the processing area. Richard Kent waited for him, along with a tall, man, Simon recognized immediately—Brandon Greyson. "Simon," Brandon extended his hand. "I wish we were meeting under better circumstances." Simon shook his hand, studying the man's face. The resemblance to Maya Greyson—to Gemini—was striking. "You got me bail?"

Mace packed the car in a direction. As they both got down, Simon inhaled the air and looked around. "This might actually be a good day, don't you think?" "Yeah. That was why I told you to come." Mace said. They went up to the sellers together. When Simon saw a scarf, he chose it. His lips curved into a smile. Scarlett would look great in it. It's a shame he can't give her. He let go of the scarf as he observed Mace put on the sunglasses. "How do I look wearing this?" asked Mace.

James playfully hit Rich’s arm, and the three of them went inside the house. Richard Simmons led them to a very spacious salon where he asked them to take a seat while ordering the helpers to bring some snacks. “So, are you feeling better now?” James asked as soon as the snacks were delivered, and the servants had withdrawn. Richard’s face became sullen. Evie noted the bluish mark under his eyes, and knew that the boy was still not alright. James had informed her earlier that due to shock, Richard developed fever and panic attacks for days that he could not even remember where he was.

“Isaac? Isaac!” We both turn at the same time at Simon’s urgent voice. He is jogging towards us, his eyes on the other side of the compound. Which is why he trips and almost bumps into my drink. He catches himself, and then he is standing beside Isaac, placing his hands on his shoulders and turning his body towards the side his eyes were stuck at. “Do you know her?” Simon asks. “Who?” Isaac asks, sounding confused. “The girl with the blue hair and fishnet stockings.”