Simon Hawaii: Part Ii Novels & Stories

My eyes grew wide in awe. Was he the one doing all of this? How? What was this? Simon soon began to cough and splutter and choke. His face was slowly turning blue and his eyes were rolling in their sockets. “I didn't quite hear you, Mr. Hills. What are you trying to say?" "Sign… I… Sign… Hannah…” Simon's blue face continued to intensify and his speech was less and less coherent. Mr. Dalton remained impassive, not taking his eyes off him. "I can't hear you.”

But Simon never looked back. ***

The sight of it, the raw hunger in both their eyes, sent a fresh wave of heat through me. "Join us," Simon said, turning his head to meet my gaze, his expression an open invitation. His eyes, dark and knowing, held mine, pulling me into their orbit. Without a second thought, I leaned in, capturing Simon's lips in a hungry kiss. At the same moment, Henry's hands found my waist, his touch firm and possessive. His fingers slid down my body, tracing the curve of my hips, finding my wetness once more, while Simon's fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer still.

It’s pretty obvious Simon came here as Eve isn’t the type to chase anyone. “Oh…. about that… Seems our horny little man likes sex a lot, and I got him thinking I might be fun…. So yeah, he showed up last night right after he left you. He’s not a virgin by the way… well, obviously. What I mean is… he wasn't before last night either. It seems our boy has been honing his skills on femmes all along. He’s been keeping it hush-hush. He is a much better lay than I expected…. He made me come four times. We’ve barely slept.” Eve walks past me, semi-naked, given her open robe, and casually wanders to the corner to pick up a hair brush and run it through her head while Simon scrambles for clothes. Her

I expected to maybe see him the next day so we’ll talk but that wasn’t the case anymore. “Simon, how did you even get in here? How did the security let you in?” “Hmm,” he giggled, his hands dipped in his pocket as he walked towards me. “It seems you’ve forgotten I was once a HPA, being an agent a least should guarantee me a pass to see my friend here,” “Oh,” I smirked. I forgot he was once a member of the Houston police and also an ex-marine. Maybe that explains why he got the aura to wall in.

When the last door clicked shut, Simon collapsed onto the couch with a sigh that seemed to come from somewhere deep in his soul. "I survived," he said, eyes closed. "I think that officially qualifies me as a tamer of three tiny hurricanes." I laughed, shaking my head. "You're hopeless, Hart." "Maybe." He sat up, grabbing his wine glass from the coffee table. "But you came to save me, so..." "I came because you asked." "And because you wanted to." I didn't deny it. I couldn't. We sat in silence for a moment, the sound of the city filling the space between us. Then he turned to me, and there was something in his eyes—a question he hadn't asked yet.

Julia called out, her voice was loud enough for Diana to hear even with the music, it also made Simon raise his head up from the counter. “Please give me a refill before you leave,” Simon’s voice was shaky and silent, he was starting to see things in twos, this was his seventh shot of Tequila. He could still hear the music that came from the dance floor, and he could still see the woman in front of him, her red hair was starting to look like rose petals to him. Her blue eyes glowed like marble, Simon had never seen a woman’s lips so plump and attractive, she was beautiful even in her bar tending outfit.

I said. "Simon's at the far end," Ethan added, turning a page. "Working. Because apparently Monaco beach doesn't stop Laurent Industries from functioning." I didn't look immediately. I took my time settling into the lounge, applying sunscreen, tying my hair up. Deliberate and unhurried. Then I looked. Simon sat at a table near the beach bar at the far end, laptop open, phone in hand, dark shirt, sunglasses. Working, as Ethan said. Completely focused.

" She replied, grabbing the towel he was offering her. Simon took another dry towel placed on the lounger and proceeded with wiping his body clean of water. He took his time to clean every single spot on his body using slow gentle strokes. Paige's gaze followed every single movement of his hands. She couldn't keep her eyes away from his thighs and legs, nor his bare chest that looked totally inviting. "I will go check on lunch." He told her, bringing her back from her dreamy world. "But, it's almost six in the evening." She said, pointing at the wall clock placed on the wall. "Is the clock incorrect?" She asked. "Oh!" Simon exclaimed. "We lost track of time. I will tell the cook to pack up o

"I am fetching Bea, we're going somewhere. Oh, is that pineapple?" Simon was about to get one but Evan taps his hand. "As a doctor, you should know how to wash your hands before touching the food." "Ah, my bad." Simon went to the sink and washed his hands. "Where are you going with Bea?" "It's a secret." Simon smiled foolishly at him as Evan glares at him. "I already warned you, Simon. She's not someone you can play with." "Who told you I am playing with her?" Simon took a fork and ate one slice of pineapple. He stares at Evan with a grin on his face. Looks like his plan is effective from the way Evan gazes at him. His glares say it all that she likes Bea but he was unable to realize it yet.