Simon And Jeanette Novels & Stories

"Come on we can go out and eat or I'll cook. You should be thanking me jerk! I picked the best place for our summer. Would you rather be elsewhere right now? Tell the truth." "Hell no! And miss a chance to steal someone's girlfriend who I feel is mine?" Simon said, laughing menacingly. The duos went into their separate bedrooms and began to unpack their bags. Each of them were thinking of how best to go about getting their love interest alone. Simone dropped her gown down to the floor standing fully naked behind a mirror. She hadn't had a man touch her for years. She touched her breasts and her pussy. She closed her eyes lost in self pleasure.

Damon’s expression softened when he heard her explanation. “You went to Mimi’s room?” “Yes.” Jeanette nodded. “Mimi has been suffering a lot lately. She’s badly injured, and so many horrible things have happened to her too. As her best friend, I should hang around and console her.” Damon still felt jealous. “What about me? Don’t I need you to console me too?” Jeanette wasn’t sure if she should laugh or cry. Damon was talking like a child who was fighting for her affection. Every word sounded possessive and jealous.

“Great job.” “Outfit two.” Monica was now talking to herself mostly as the model stands still, letting her have one last look before she walks out, not that she can do much about it now. “Wait,” Jeanette hisses, and her heart jumps into her throat. “What’s wrong?” “This.” She steps in front of the model wearing the pleated shorts and black cami and mimes pinching her nipples. Thankfully, not actually touching her because if she wrinkles the silk, she will lose her shit. The model looks to her for permission. Jeanette assures her, “Sexy-sexy. Better.” When Monica grins, the model slips her hands beneath the silk and pinches her

“She’s a handful, and I’m not about to let her think she can control me. If I keep sleeping with her again, she’ll try to leash me. And I’m not built for that.” I took a long sip, and that’s when I saw it. Across the café, Simon was leaning against a table, talking to Sabrina. They were laughing….. Laughing together. Something in my chest tightened painfully. My jaw flexed as I watched her tilt her head back, smiling like he was the funniest person alive. He wasn’t. He was bland and pretentious, with a father who owned half the damn country’s tech industry. Sure, he was influential and good-looking, but he wasn’t me.

Adrian's words left Samantha and Joanna slightly spooked. Could something have really happened to Simon? As they thought about it more, both women shuddered. Seth's unruly temper, coupled with Clara's shameless character, made it possible that Simon was really in trouble. This was a reasonable assumption. Despite Samantha's concerns, she worriedly reprimanded Adrian for his comment, "Dear, please refrain from making these baseless claims. Simon is Mr. Danton's son, and Mr. Danton has always been kind to me and accommodated me in our collaborations."

Simon suggests with a mischievous grin, trying to lighten the mood with his unconventional perspective. "What good part?" Daon asked, as he entered the room looking exhausted but with a smile on his face as always. "Jayden's having an affair with a married woman," Simon announced boldly, startling me with his bluntness.

After the meeting ended, Simone immediately ran after me. "Isaac!" She stopped me in the corridor, her attitude the meekest I'd ever seen from her. "Are you free this evening? I'd like to… treat you to dinner to welcome you back." Jerry also came after us, his smile stiff as he hooked his arm around Simone's. "That's right, Isaac. Since you just got back, we should meet up for a family meal." But Simone subtly pulled her arm away, and that simple reaction made Jerry's face go pale.