Simon Rich The Last Girlfriend On Earth Novels & Stories

With that, Simon activated his chair and was set to leave while Josh's hold on his cup tightened. "Then I can just ask them to manhandle her then." He suddenly said, Simon paused but did not turn around, he just turned his head a little. "Who?" "Who else? Your little girlfriend. I hear that you are in love these days." Josh said and Simon turned his chair around, his usually calm face twisted his anger. "What did you say?" He practically growled. "What was her name again? Ah... Alvira." Josh said and was really pleased in his heart to see that he had broken through Simon’s poker face and had gotten a reaction. He was right in his guess, the almighty Simon would always have a woman as his Ach

Jennifer stubbornly denied it and questioned, "Why did you bring Simon here? Don't you know how important a girl's purity is?" Maxwell didn't look up from his laptop. "How would I know she would appear in that skimpy outfit? Besides, don't bring such unsavory friends home in the future." "Don't speak ill of my friend!" Jennifer huffed angrily. "Your friend isn't a good person either! Did you know he asked my friend to be his lover? And not the innocent type of lover as well!" Maxwell sneered disdainfully. "Do you know who Simon is? Many women would kill to sleep with him. But he has a clean record and never had any scandals. Isn't your friend just being delusional? Why would Simon be interes

a reporter asked boldly after recovering his senses. “When did I say that she’s my girlfriend?” Simon’s tone was cold. The reporters secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Of course, it would be easier to handle the situation if she were not his girlfriend. Sharon was still staring at him. She was starting to feel at a loss at the moment. However, his following words were even more baffling. He said somewhat unhurriedly, “She’s my fiancée.” “Simon…” Sharon whispered. What on earth was he sputtering now? Was he going insane?

My hands trembled as I picked it up. “Read it. Out loud.” I swallowed. “This agreement states that Blake Monroe will act as Ethan Blackwood’s girlfriend for a duration of three months, in exchange for the sum of thirty million dollars, to be paid upon successful completion of the arrangement.” I dropped the paper. He watched me with that damn smirk. “Well?” I stared at him. “Are you completely out of your f**king mind?”

Two months later, on Sophie's birthday, Simon suddenly appeared at her company, giving her a big surprise. Holding a bouquet of flowers, he knelt down and said passionately, "Sophie, will you be my girlfriend?" This confession of love, which had traveled thousands of miles, deeply moved Sophie. She reached out to take the flowers and gently nodded. The past was over, and the story between her and Simon was just beginning. The end.

Other than me, who would even want her? The comment section exploded. [Claire only mentioned you a few times on her stream, and you fall in love? Your fiancée is really pitiful.] [Break your engagement off already. Let that woman go. Go find your true love and lock yourselves together—I'll swallow the key!] Simon must have been furious at the backlash. He immediately posted a screenshot of title deeds—with parts blurred out. [Easy for you to say. My girlfriend's family owns three properties in the city center alone. Only an idiot would call off this engagement.]

he affirmed, his tone echoing his father's resolve. They stood there, the weight of their predicament hanging in the air, but also the promise of a shared commitment to overcome it. **** During this period, Simon found himself exulting in the triumph of his scheme to undermine Richard. As his plan unfolded successfully, his thoughts turned to Gabriella. He longed to share the achievement of their past ambitions with her. Filled with anticipation, he grabbed his phone and dialed her number. Simon's heart raced as the phone rang on the other end. Each ring felt like an eternity, and he couldn't help but wonder how Gabriella would react to his news. Memories of their late-night conversations, s

——— Simon sat on the couch, staring at the screen of his phone, his jaw clenched tight, waiting for the location Elena had sent to pop up on the map. He had left the Gala thirty minutes ago, telling Nina that he had some business to attend to. Of course, she had protested, but Simon didn’t waste any second. Mostly because he wasn’t exactly lying. He did have a business to attend to, and that business was currently on his knees, held by two of his men, bloody and bruised. Simon tossed his phone to the couch and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he fixed his eyes on none other than Richard kneeling in front of him, his lips curled into a smirk.

"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.

Years older than me with a career slaying. "Dad has a party at home," I shrugged. I can see that his girlfriend is getting closer to where we are. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at us. "Your girlfriend is here," I laughed. I know this scene. Simon immediately looked at her. "So... that's why you're cold to me? Was it because of her?" Courtesy of his girlfriend. I raised an eyebrow. Simon immediately grabbed her by the waist. He then denied it. Simon and I were just close! Close friends! I'm used to his arrogant attitude and playboy side. In fact, we've been friends since elementary.