Simon Marsh Novels & Stories

He answers easily. “B-but..” Simon seems stuck on the words and he’s turning a weird shade of purple. “But what? I am not going to marry you. I. AM. TAKEN. Very happily taken and completely not available. Leave me alone!” I insist. Simon’s pretence of manners falls away completely. “You have to be JOKING! There’s no way you would choose some boy toy INCUBUS over me! Do you know who my family are?” He yells.

Mariano pulled his fingers into his mouth one by one and sucked. "You taste like strawberries." He said. "So sweet." I just watched him, my jaw touching the floor. "Close your mouth, gattina." He winked. I did.

We are not truly legal, so we do our best to stay under the radar, and this is where Jake Hamilton comes in. On the way to my office, yes, I am the owner of The Summit Club too. Now on my way, I get a message from Mr. Arrogant himself. "Can you still feel it?" "Feel what?" "My tongue in your mouth." "I had to gargle hand cleaner to get your taste out of my mouth." "I am waiting." "Waiting for what?" "For you to call." "Prepare yourself to wait very long." Before I go into my office, I prepare myself. Simon’s is no longer than a toothpick. He is overweight, and the only good thing about him is that he lasts no longer than four minutes.

It sobered me up in an instant. I mumbled an apology, trying to pull away from the man's trench coat, my eyes dropping to his wrist. The watch he wore looked oddly familiar. A rare edition, limited worldwide. Even Charles couldn't get his hands on one. "Sorry. I'm so sorry," I said again. I knew who he was. I didn't look up. Didn't need to. "Your hand is bleeding," he said, his voice low, textured with something like exhaustion. "It's nothing."

“Make an alliance with me to defeat Warren and his family.” Simon’s face brightened with a cunning smile. “I know you love Warren, and you’re asking me to defeat him?” He smiled bitterly, as if I’d just handed him the upper hand. “And how do you know about my business?” “I can’t explain now, but I can prove my integrity,” I said. Simon didn’t waver. “I’ll show you I won’t marry him—just as you wanted me not to. Warren isn’t the man I believed he was.”

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.

"Since you found your wife, can we leave?" "General Martin, are you afraid of Simon?" Joshua said. "This..." General Martin looked somewhat embarrassed. It was as if Joshua guessed what he was thinking, he said, “General Martin, I understand your concerns. The power behind Simon is strong, you don’t want to provoke him, but he has now expanded his power to Country F. If you don’t kill him before he becomes stronger. If he does get stronger, you won’t be able to touch me!”

His cousin, Marcus, noticed the look on his face, who instantly knew that he is totally missing Hans that moment. “You miss him?” Marcus asked him, “It’s been a week, right?” Simon sighed and his eyes darkened. He felt emptiness in him as he felt so alone and said as he stayed far from his dearest Hans. ''This is nothing, man... Don't worry about me.'' Marcus hissed and took out the phone from his hand. He then dialed some numbers, and started talking when someone from the other line picked up. “Hello? Yes, this is Marcus. Can you please book a flight for Simon Hightower? Yes, today.”

He had his back turned for a second, and she was back in Eugene’s arms again? “Hah, I didn’t know the great CEO of Prosper Group had a thing for married women.” Simon’s cold face was filled with mockery as he glared daggers at them. Simon was as elegant as ever. When he met Simon’s gaze, a cold look flashed through his eyes. He said sarcastically, “Married women? Do you mean Sharon? But I’m sure her employee bio said she’s single.”

“Good evening, Charlotte, if I may call you that. I’m Simon Felix. It’s nice to meet you. I apologize if I sound too forward, must say, you are more beautiful than I imagined.” His words put a smile on Areiza’s face, and she said, “Thank you, Simon. You are too kind. Anyway, it’s still early. Why don’t we get to know each other first?” There was very little that she knew about Simon. Edward never skimped on compliments each time he mentioned Simon. So, she was always curious about this man. “That’s a great idea!” Simon flashed her a tender smile and said, “My father has been Mr. Wilson’s friend for many years. I, myself, am running a company.”