Simon Riley Birthday Novels & Stories

If, to get what I want, I have to go beyond his limits and out of his control, I'm happy to do it. Just then, Simon walks into the kitchen, wearing a polo shirt and casual jeans, popping a confetti cone as he shouts: “Your birthday is on Sunday, it's not going to go unnoticed, and it's going to be a fucking blast, brother!” “What's up?” Dominique lets go of my arm, “Do you think I have time to celebrate this year?”, he replies, angrily. I look at Dominique, even more disappointed. Dominique is having a birthday and he hasn't even bothered to tell me? Louis appears next, with impeccable brown hair, wearing linen shorts and an oversized shirt.

he demanded. I folded my arms and looked up at him. “Today is my birthday, Simon. Take a guess.” His eyes narrowed. “Are you stalking me now?” For one second, I just stared at him. Then I burst into laughter. I mean full-blown, tears-in-my-eyes, laughter. The more I laughed, the redder Simon became. And that just made it funnier. “You… you can’t be serious, Simon,” I managed to say as I wiped a tear from my eye. “You really are delusional, aren’t you?”

Simon asked while sitting down in the seat next to Ally. “Well, if you must know, Rachel has a date today,” Ally said, playfully hitting my shoulder. “Oh!” exclaimed Simon, “Ooh, is it Sean?” His tone mocking like a 12-year-old girl, voice fluctuating. “He sure is one cute guy,” he continued, teasingly. Ally and I honked. I swear that’s what it sounded like. Simon did a horrible job imitating a little girl with that crazy deep voice of his.

Simon wore a simple linen-colored shirt with the sleeves rolled up, black-framed glasses, looking very ordinary, except for a necklace around his neck. Chris could not wait and opened the door. He examined Simon’s necklace closely. It was a black chain with a small silver pendant. Seeing Chris looking, Simon glanced down, touched the pendant, and smiled. “Looks familiar, doesn’t it? Your mother should have one too. The number 0621 is my birthday, and the number on mine…” “…is my mother’s birthday,” said Chris. He stepped aside to let Simon in. Opposite them were the rooms of Collin and Jaden.

So I go upstairs to the sundeck and call Simon the chief. "Good morning old friend, how are you doing?" I greeted him after he picked my call. Morning Riley, I'm cool, busy as usual, you know criminals never sleep so yeah....but what can I do for you my friend, hope you did not get robbed or anything?" "Nah not that....although a little girl stole my heart!....but she can keep it!" I smirk and Simon laughs hard. "Riley you never change! So who's the lucky girl?" "Yeah that's some story that goes with an ice cold beer but that's for

"My body disagrees. Everything hurts in the morning." "Everything hurts in the morning because you're chasing a ten-month-old around all day. That's not age. That's parenting." Riley's fortieth birthday came in November. Samuel threw her a party despite her protests. "I don't want a party." "Too bad. You're getting one." It was a good party. Friends and family, food and wine, a cake that said "40 and Fabulous" that made Riley roll her eyes. "You're forty!" Sarah announced, slightly drunk. "Welcome to the club."

he informed them. Simon nodded and said, "Okay, thank you, Mr. Stone. Have a safe journey," he said. Shawty bid him goodbye too, and he left. She and Simon are the only people left in the room. Simon leaned back. "Did Leo inform you that next Sunday is the company’s anniversary? It is also your birthday," Simon asked.

“Why can’t this friend be happy with Saturday and Sunday?” “Because Friday is my birthday,” I blurt. Damn him. I didn’t think straight when he was this close. That gorgeous grin spread across his face. “I’m pretty sure your ID said your birthday was in December.” I hadn’t realized it had gone away, but my headache came pounding back. Riley’s birthday was in December. I folded my arms across my chest. “Kalil, can I have Friday off or not?” “Not.” I seethed and he still grinned.

Ó Riley looked at Celia when he said it, and she gritted her teeth, not quite sure if to be angry or amused. Simon had a grin on his face as Riley ran his finger along the detectiveÕs cheek before taking his hand away quickly as if remembering where they were. HeÕd been giving serious thought to hitting on her though she seemed too prim and proper for his taste; now, he was glad he hadnÕt put his foot in his mouth. ÒYou want something?Ó

Weirdly enough, Simon and Riley stopped him at the same time. Sharon looked at the two of them in confusion. “When did you two become so well coordinated?” Simon purposely gave her a sour face. He bowed his head and huffed at the little guy. “If you want a kiss, kiss your own wife in the future.” Who dared to act so rashly around his woman? “That’s right. You didn’t allow me to kiss you in the past. Didn’t you say that you’ll only kiss your future wife?” Riley was still holding a grudge over the incident.