Simon Riley Face Novels & Stories

she thought. “Yes, you said you wanted to see me,” Simon was casually dressed, sitting down with a glass of wine on the table which he was drinking from. “What do you want to tell me?” he asked. Riley was wearing a big and long, blue dress, designed to be easily taken off. She stood there, staring at Simon with a seductive smile on her face while he sipped from his wine glass. “You’re just about to find out,” she replied. She pulled off her gown, revealing a black, lacy lingerie while Simon furrowed his brows, “Really? Is this what you want to tell me?”

" We already know it's not bad since you've been smiling from ear to ear since you came in, so what is it? " Simon held my face in his hands so I would look at him. He still looked so handsome even over fifty, I couldn't help but let out a small smile as I stared at his face. " My love, what is it? " He asked softly, and I inhaled deeply. " I've found her". I asked after a while, and I felt all three pairs of eyes focused on me. "Found who?" Raine asked and I looked at him nodding my head.

While Gaby's mouth hung open, Riley held the urge to laugh. "Then there is that actor who wished to have a movie with you, Tim Simmons? Yeah. He has been saying that in all his interviews, and my god, it's getting on my nerves," Kyle seriously reported. "I'll probably give him the snakes and scorpions." "Pfft!" Riley could not help but laugh. She earnestly thought Kyle had serious enemies to deal with, but apparently not! Mr. Wright was simply a jealous man! "What's so funny, Miley?" Kyle said, narrowing his eyes.

Riley rolled his eyes then returned his gaze to the ground. "Nevertheless, you should smile" I said plainly. "I'm trying my best" he said. "Then try harder" I said sternly. Sheffield appeared and I returned to my original countenance. I glanced briefly at Riley and saw that his obviously fake smile had been returned to his face. I frowned slightly. If Riley became the reason I lost Sheffield's investment, I wouldn't hesitate to make his life hell.

"Hey guys!" "Hi, Emily," said the blond one, Simon, apparently. "Wow, y-you have the same eyes as Emma, one blue and one green! I d-d-didn't notice that back at the beach..." he stammered while stepping closer to Emily with an expression of mixed coyness and arousal on his face. "You l-l-look awesome!" "Aw, that's so sweet! Thanks, Simon!" Emily cooed as the young man stood in front of her, trying to look her in the eye yet unable to remove his gaze from the thick protruding curve of her booty.

CIARA'S POV The reporters were still outside. Their voices carried through the front gates. "Mrs. Hale!" "Is the video real?" "Did you leave with Cain Hale?" I shut the car door harder than I meant to. The noise didn't stop. Camera flashes bounced off the mansion windows. The front door opened before I reached it. Simon stood there. His tie was gone. His sleeves were rolled up. For the first time since I'd known him, he looked tired. "You took your time."

“Hey, you two! You’ve been shoving your sweet romance into everyone’s faces since the family meeting! Now you’re doing it again! As if we don’t know how to!” Having said that, Jim put an arm around Riley’s neck, pulled her close to him, and left a deep kiss on her lips! Riley was not prepared at all and immediately flushed. Seeing that, Sharon took the chance to push Simon away. She wanted so badly to applaud Jim for doing that. She imitated Riley’s tone from before, asking, “Riley, why is your face so red?” “I like it when she does that, it’s too cute!” Jim pushed her chin up, his lips curling in a teasing smirk.

There was a sort of familiarity about their resemblance, but Simon could not quite place it. “Okay, what don’t you like? Is it the program or my face? Tell me and I’ll change it.” Simon said, crouching till he was face-to-face with them. Reporters around zoomed in at the friendly banter between Simon and the kids. The girl among them stared him straight in the eye and pointed at his face.

Because of this, Hazel was curious. Simon’s eyes went a little dark. “Then I’ll have to disappoint you. I am not only not ugly, but handsome, with no facial injuries.” Hazel couldn’t resist snorting. “So you’re pretending to be cool? It’s really peerless that you can pretend to this point!” “I’m not pretending to be cool,” he said, with a sardonic smile on his lips. “I just don’t want to see the face.” She was slightly in a daze. She had never expected such a reason. If Simon was not disfigured and was good-looking, why did he hate his own face?

“Try licking his ear.” I swivel my head further to give Simon a disgusted look. He’s on the bleacher behind us three, nose in phone. “What?” “Like this,” he says, poking out his tongue and making a sweeping motion. “Trust me, it works.” “You’re so gross, can’t your million fan girls see that?” His eyes finally lift to me. He winks. “You think they see anything past this face?” I huff and turn back. Life would certainly be easier if Simon hadn’t picked some degree of cockiness along the way.