Simon Prebble Novels & Stories

Simon had truly transformed, leaving behind the shadows of his past, and now fully embracing the responsibilities of impending fatherhood. One day, as they were browsing through a quaint little baby store, picking out tiny onesies and plush toys, Gabriella's face lit up with a smile. "Simon, I can't wait to meet our little one. I believe we're going to be great parents." Simon smiled back, his heart bursting with love for Gabriella and their unborn child. "I know we will. We've been through so much, and it's made us stronger. This baby is going to have an amazing life, surrounded by love and support."

But noticing Stuart’s obsequious smile directed at Elias, Simon held his tongue. Abby, relieved by Simon’s arrival, hissed, ‘Where have you been? What took you so d*mn long?’ Simon remained silent, and Stuart introduced him. ‘Lieutenant Colonel Westwood, this is my daughter’s husband, Simon Moncrieff. He’s a general surgeon at Rosedale.’ Stuart turned to Simon and continued, ‘Simon, this is Lieutenant Colonel Elias Westwood, the very man I’ve been raving about...’ Lieutenant Colonel Westwood...

CHAPTER FORTY ONE Sunday, 6th March 2016 My gaze flickered between the two men. “Y-you’re t-twins?” I stuttered. “Oh yes, we get that reaction often. You will eventually get used to it.” Simon took my hand in his and shook it. “It’s nice to meet you in a more aware, less drunk state. I am Simon Jacobs, Chief Operating Officer of Legacy Real Estate, the COO for short.” What? He had seen me drunk! Even worse, I couldn’t recall most of last night.

"But not in drug development like you, Professor Hughes. That's too advanced for me. I'm just an ordinary person." When Jim met Simon earlier, the latter was driving a Bentley. There was no way Simon could be an ordinary person.

Nothing can rain on my parade. “I hear Pembroke is having a lavish, exclusive party tonight,” he notes, grunting as he drops my suitcase to the ground. “Really?” I ask, intrigued. I’ve visited Pembroke Hills—one of the most expensive country clubs in the country—multiple times with my friends, but I’ve never gone alone. I don’t think I’d even be able to get in, but it would be a fun time… “Yes,” Simon answers. “My wife loves to tell me where all of the events are taking place each night, even if she never wants to get out of the house to actually go to them.”

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Instead of feeling discouraged, the guy grabbed his whiskey and approached me. “Hi,” he said, extending his hand. “I’m Simon.” I stared at his hand and then looked at him straight in the eye. “And I could afford to pay for my own drink. And even if I couldn’t, I’m pretty sure the guy I came here with could.” He looked surprised by my response, but instead of apologizing, he retracted his hand and chuckled. “It’s okay, you do not need any introductions after your show with Blaze Maguire. You’re pretty good. I’m very impressed.”

she said. Simon respectfully returned her gesture, assuring her it was no trouble. Stepping forward, he approached the judges' table to taste the cocktail. Despite his courteous demeanor, Simon harbored deep resentment within. He was convinced that the four major prestigious families had abused their power. Hence, if he found the cocktail to be anything less than exceptional, he vowed to reveal its mediocrity to everyone. Standing before the four heirs, Simon raised his glass with grace. As he sipped the azure liquid, a cold sensation spread from his stomach throughout his body.

He blinks a few times trying to think of a comeback but he draws blanks. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 20 minutes later at the top of the hill overlooking the city “Your friend was something else.” I say looking down at Simon’s hometown. He has his father’s convertible top open and we are sitting in the backseat. He brought a blanket so we can cover up from the night breeze. “He’s always been like that.” Simon says looking at me. He smiles when I look back at him. “Life with him has always been a competition.” He says sighing deeply.

I don’t know why I didn’t scream for the others to help, but I felt a sense of calm wash over me, so I stood rooted to the floor. “I do not mean to frighten you, Ryan. I am here because I need help, and you are the only one I believe can help me. Will you hear me out, please?” I couldn’t speak, so I just nodded. He took three steps closer to me. There was only a foot of distance between us. His scent hit me hard—he smelled of wildflowers and trees. I loved wildflowers. He chuckled as if he knew what his close proximity was doing to me. What the hell is wrong with me? I seem to be getting turned on by every damn guy, I need to get my shit together. “My name is Simon. My people are being frame