Simon Riley Novels & Stories

Simon announces holding the power control under his thumb grinning from ear to ear. Fuck! He had this planned.

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.

Simon checked the time, pacing around the room as he bit his lips nervously. "What was I even thinking?" He looked down at the outfit he was wearing. A black satin shirt that hung on his slender form, stopping just above his laps, exposing the pale thighs and legs. "There's still time to—" The doorbell rang, cutting him off and the omega stilled, heart skipping a beat. "I need to go and change—" The bell rung again more urgently and repeatedly and Simon ran to open it. He flung it open, heart stopping at the sight of Kyle standing at the door.

They promised to keep it a secret. Simon never dates boys. He goes out with woman but just for a show. He admitted he was resigned to his fate marrying a woman beneficial for their business. According to him he still love being on top. She just laughs it off but she also wonders what if he really falls in love with a guy. What if another Joe Hensen appeared will he be able to maintain his current resolution? She prayed that day won’t come for his peace and happiness.

Simon froze, his face a mask of panic. "What do you mean your biological mom is dead? You just saw Emily a few minutes ago," he stammered, trying to recover from his slip-up. Avery's eyes narrowed, her voice dropping dangerously low. "Come on, Simon. You just said Miranda Brown is late. Who is Miranda Brown?" "I don't know! I honestly don’t know," Simon blurted, his face growing redder by the second. "It just came out wrong because I was focused on the pineapples," he added lamely, glancing at the fruit as though it could somehow back him up.

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.

My voice rose slightly, disbelief lacing my words. Simon’s jaw tightened, his shoulders going rigid. "I think you’re making reckless decisions," he shot back. His hazel eyes burned into mine, searching for something, for some kind of understanding that I refused to give him. "You know who he is, Steph. He has been a playboy his whole life until Lyla. You know what kind of guy he is. And don’t you even find a way out of this because I saw the way he looks at you. And the way you look at him."

"It's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Phoebe Woods." "Likewise," I said, my cheeks growing warm. "Who are you and what do you want?" "Simon, from the West of here. Pardon me for not sending a letter before I arrived." "I suppose you could tell your men to stand down. You are on our territory," I warned. "She is quite the fighter," he remarked to Reed with a light chuckle. "Without the claws." Claire shook her head before I could make a retort. Orion ushered us with his wife up the stairs, away from the living room. We locked ourselves in the reading room, trying to listen in on the conversation.

Tion said. "Don't bother, Tion. Find her. I need her here as soon as possible," Simon yelled. "I will find her, sir," Tion responded. They both ended the call, and Simon grew worried because he needed his plans to succeed so badly. He was eager to exact revenge on Richard Maxwell. After a few minutes of lost in his thoughts, Simon returned to his work.

Someone's voice interrupted Rula's peace. "I have to go." Simon was interrupted. This morning, Simon's look caught Rula's attention. He was wearing his hunter's uniform. "Where are you going?" asked Rula. "I am a black hunter for NorthWulf." Rula grinned. "You finally admitted it?" She almost laughed, remembering their fight last night. "Not for Alpha. I have other assignments." Simon gave a small pouch to Rula. "Take this just in case. Rongue might come to you again, Rula."