Simon Riley X Reader Novels & Stories

He flicked her a look trying to evaluate how much trouble she was going to be or whether their new accord was going to hold. “Ah, Mr. Gale,” Simon opened the door and leaned on the frame. “It’s a pretty day, isn’t it?” His eyes flicked to Aislen, travelling from head to toe and back up, his expression impossible to read. “I hear that there’s heavy rain coming,” Heath passed him a fifty dollar note to distract him from Aislen. There was something predatory in how the man looked at her that didn’t sit right. Old lech, Heath thought with disgust. But an old lech that he needed, as Simon, at least, kept an eye on Charlotte and would let Heath know in basic terms how she was doing. “How is she to

“Yes.” The honesty caught me off guard again. Simon walked deeper into the library slowly, and I became hyperaware of the storm outside, silence inside, and the fact that they were completely alone, again. Simon stopped beside the couch. “What are you reading?” He asked. I looked down at the cover quickly just to avoid his eyes. “Some romance novel.” One corner of his mouth tilted faintly. “Any good?” I swallowed hard. “Depends.” “On?” I looked up reluctantly. “Whether you like toxic men, I guess.”

After the call ended, she jumped for joy, “Yes... yes... yes... I knew it! I knew it! How could Simon say no to a beauty like me? I’m sure all this time, he must have been staring at me secretly, wishing that I was the one he got married to and not that plain, ugly-looking Mel. Now I’m going to show my parents that I am better than Mel. I will make Simon fall in love with me, and as for Mel? I am so going to deal with her.” When it was evening, just as they had arranged, Riley showed up in front of Simon's secret guest house. When she called, he told her the room he was in and directed her to go inside. As she went inside, she knocked on the door and entered the room. It was very spacious an

Simon said nothing, but his rock-hard body betrayed how apprehensive he was. After a while I told him I didn't know what to do, how to start. He gave me a quick peck and stood up. He took a DVD from the shelf and put it in the player. It was a movie with very spicy scenes. I knew the story, but I had never seen him before. Simon placed a pillow in his lap and pressed play. The story was very romantic and I got involved in the plot. When the hottest scenes started I started to feel my skin prickling. Simon came closer to my ear and began to whisper:

Hunter's hand shot up. Riley watched from the shop doorway with her arms crossed and an expression I was getting to know — the one where she was holding herself very carefully back from a feeling she hadn't decided what to do with yet. I didn't look at her directly. Looking at her directly when she had that expression tended to make me say things I wasn't ready to say, or ask things she wasn't ready to answer, and we had exactly fifty-two days left and I wasn't wasting any of them on a conversation that came too early.

Riley’s POV His fingers were like iron bands around my throat, cutting off my air, squeezing until stars began to dance at the edges of my vision. He was so close I could feel the ragged, violent rise and fall of his chest. “Tell me, Riley,” he said, voice low and rough, “why I shouldn’t kill you for treason right here.” My hands flew up instinctively, wrapping around his thick wrists. My nails dug into his skin, desperately seeking purchase, but he didn't flinch.

This time the meaning was literal. I went home and started to read almost right away. It was about a brokenhearted lawyer that dedicated his life to master the art of seduction… He was calculated but he could seduce every woman that he met. And talking about the love scenes… “What the hell am I reading?! This is like… 50 shades of… Simon, for God’s sake!” I got agitated by reading only couple of pages. I turned out, Simon paid a lot of attention to details, and precise description that sounded like an instruction of how to touch, and give pleasure in multiple ways…

Xavier’s warm breath fanned her eyelashes, his fingers stopped moving and rested on her knees instead. The corners of his lips had curled up into a dangerous smirk, that should’ve scared her, that should have given her more reason to pull away instead she found herself resisting the urge to rub her thighs together and let a moan slip past her lips. Halle wasn’t breathing. Brown eyes held her in an invisible cage. Her brows furrowed. His current situation? Where exactly was Simon? “Does that make you fear me, Flower?”

Padding towards the window seat, she hopped on it and adjusted the pillows at her back for the most comfortable position. Kayla suggested getting her a book but Riley straight on denied it and came here instead, first because Riley has a different taste in books. She always checks certain things before diving into a book. Second, she wanted to leave the confines of her room. She was tired of being caged there for three days. Riley held the book going through the first page when her eyes darted to the field through the window. There were an array of warriors going through training. Fred faced them. Guiding them, she was about to look away when her eyes fell on none other than Damon.

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