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So, seeing her bright eyes dancing with her lips almost ripped from stretching widely, he suddenly had the urge of doing everything to keep that on her. “Mr. Montello, can I have a question?” one from the crown near Hendrix shouted and raised his glass. Everyone's heads turned in their direction and Hendrix suddenly felt nervous when he unexpectedly met Don Geromino's gaze. Fortunately, it was only a brief second as the latter looked at the guy from his left. “Go ahead, Mr Simon,” Don Geronimo said upon recognizing the guy. Murmurs and gasps filled the room as everyone knew who Mr Simon was. He was noted as the second wealthiest young billionaire and his family was almost by far with the Mon

I stare at him, flashing him a smile "Simon has a charity organization built for helping orphanage, and the less privileged, a Charity that focus more on Africa and Asia. He has three awards, Youngest CEO, Best Cardiologist, and Self Rising Business award, he is in magazines, you can find him in the NY Times, Forbes, people's Choice, and Vogue. "He seems to be a hot cake on the market" I added, realizing the guy was a business mogul, a dick head and Playboy. "Ohh he is, everyone is after him, hospitals, business firms, having him invest in Saint Global, will not only put your dad on Billboard number 10 but among the richest billionaires in all magazines, newspapers, and television, that why

Simon mumbled with a grin. “And what have you got on? That’s not like you.” Oliver stated, standing up from his desk and walking around his table to meet up with Simon. “Clothes, don’t draw too much attention; that’s the theme for today,” Simon shrugged as Oliver pulled him in for a hug. Oliver was in his mid-fifties, but you could hardly tell from his fit stature. He had a pair of glasses perched on the edge of his nose, through which he looked at Simon.

“Damn! We're straight, man!” Jack drawled through clenched teeth. “Do we need to watch your shapely butt, man?” Simon asked, laughing. He was the complete opposite of his younger friend: about thirty centimeters shorter, stocky build, but he didn't care at all.

Serena nodded at the lawyer, who was promptly escorted out so staff could handle the final paperwork. Then her eyes landed on Whitney, who stood in the middle of the office with barely contained excitement—completely oblivious to how much of a rookie she still was. She turned her head, glancing at the modern yet modest surroundings, then blurted out with a huff, “Ruiz Star might’ve squeezed its artists dry, but at least they had taste. This place? It’s giving… storage closet.” Right as those words left her mouth, the door opened again. Simon entered—impeccably dressed, square shoulders, steel presence. His gold-rimmed glasses sat perfectly on the bridge of his nose, giving him the air of a s

He looked part foreign, with deep blue eyes and a striking appearance. Sensing her gaze, he glanced back at her. Emily observed the exchange and wondered if she should report it to Brian. Just then, Ariana tugged on Emily's arm and said, "That doctor is so young. He's one of the experts? What's his background?" "That's Dr. Simon Finch, the youngest expert on the team. He might look young, but he's almost 30." "30 is still pretty young." Ariana sighed. Even in medicine, things were so competitive. She had a long way to go if she wanted to restore her family's name.

“I’m Simon Yates.” “Katie Lloyd,” she said. Her body was long and slim, with nice curves. He thought those endless legs would feel fucking amazing wrapped around his shoulders as he screwed her, but she was clearly taken. He turned to the small blonde one now, flashed his million-dollar grin – the one that had banked him his first million dollars in sponsorship money. “And you are?” “Reena Mackay,” she said. “It’s nice to meet you.” “And you,” Simon said, putting a bit of emphasis on the second word. “Lovely name. Doesn’t Reena mean ‘queen’?”

All they knew was easy money, and they wouldn’t give that up. To avoid ending up in a worse situation, or having to find a job – which for them would be worse than death itself – they were involved in the biggest scam of all. They planned for Sandra to get pregnant by Adrian Trevellyan. And to be more specific, the owner of the house where my mother got a job last week. The man who almost caught me in his room. Later, I learned that he’s a billionaire from the oil industry who was in town for the construction of a pipeline nearby.

“Yeah her best friends actually come over regularly to see her. The girl and the guy. Our sources say he's always loved her since high school but she doesn't know. He sulked for days when she agreed to work for you” My head snapped to him at the latest information. It was mind puzzling how many boys had a thing for this girl. I wasn't one of them. I didn't care about her emotions or how she felt. I wanted her and like a greedy man I was, I would have her. “What's the guy's profile?”. I asked curious. “Simon Donovan. 26 years old. White male. Blond hair, blue eyes. 5 '9 inches. Works as a banker”. Sebastian delivered the necessary information perfectly. Sebastian was very efficient, that's wh

"Yeah, that was me." "That year I was applying to college," he said. "My parents pushed me into business. I didn't want it. I never wanted it. My life felt like a marionette's—someone else always pulling the strings. I couldn't sleep for months. My mind started slipping in ways I couldn't explain." He paused, his gaze not quite meeting mine. "Before I saw you, I was seriously thinking of jumping." Then he looked at the pendant in the box.