Simone Elise Colt 소설 & 이야기

“You think you’re going to get answers by trying to beat them out of him? You're just going to end up killing him and there is not going to be good for us to it.” “He deserves worse.” I snapped. “Maybe. But that doesn’t mean we waste our energy now.” Damon’s voice dropped further. “Use your head. Not your rage.” I clenched my jaw. Behind us, Carter said, voice ragged, “She called herself Tatiana. She… she said things about Delilah. About power. About what’s coming.” Damon turned slowly. “Spare me.” Carter blinked. “You don’t believe me?” Damon’s expression hardened. “I don’t believe anything from a man who watched us bleed and said nothing.”

"Mr. Moretti doesn't do anything by halves, ma'am." One of the women, auburn hair wearing all black, approached with a tablet in hand. "I'm Simone. I'll be styling you this evening. Before we begin, I need to ask..." She glanced at the others, then back at me with a strange intensity. "Are you aware of what kind of event this is?" The way she asked made my skin prickle. "A dinner party?" I said slowly. Simone and Tate exchanged a look I couldn't read but it told me that Dante didn't tell me everything I needed to know.

I asked flatly. "The bouncer likes me." She twirls the polaroid. "Any man would fall for a cute blonde. And this ass." Simone shifts beside me, her eyes bouncing between us. She eyes are bored as her hands rest on her bare knee like she's watching reality TV. "What do you want, Elena?" "The same thing I've always wanted." She steps closer, heels clicking on the hardwood as she took in my unbuckled pants. "A story." I stand, towering over her by six inches. "There's no story."

She arrived at 8:58 am. Zachary's PA, a composed woman named Diana who had worked for him for seven years and prided herself on being unshockable, did a very subtle double take when Isla Simmons stepped out of the elevator — portfolio under one arm, slightly windswept from the New York morning, looking around the fortieth floor with the particular expression of someone trying very hard to appear less intimidated than they were. "Isla Simmons," Isla said. "I have a nine o'clock appointment with Mr. Cole."

A head of blonde hair and a weak smiling face. Lila. A cold, hard knot forms in my stomach, as I reach them. My eyes bouncing between them. Elena immediately steps forward, her face a vicious sneer. “What are you doing here?” Colt places a hand on her shoulder, shakes his head and gently pulls her back. “I’ll handle this mother.” “You better. I want this slut far away from you.” “Colt?” My voice breaks when his cold gaze falls on me. I stretch out a hand to touch him but he moves back a step so my hand closes around air and falls to my side.

Ethan Whatever I was expecting, it wasn’t this. After I saw Jane’s ghost holding a child identical to Paisley at the restaurant, I immediately demanded the manager print out a copy of her credit card receipt. There in black and white I found her new name: Elise Carrington, founder and CEO of La Louve fragrances.

Her dark nipples were already hard peaks; she kept idly circling one with her fingertip while watching the others with heavy-lidded eyes. Across from them on the matching chaise: Simone Carter, twenty-nine. Athletic build, tawny skin, short auburn curls, a constellation of freckles across her shoulders and chest. Naked except for a thin silver choker. Legs spread casually, one foot propped on the edge of the coffee table, fingers lazily tracing her own slit—already glistening.

Elise did her best to disguise her discomfort over the fact that Nate Kimble was seated directly across from her. To his left was Lilith Bertram and to his right was the beautiful Melissa Jameson. Melissa recently came out and was actively searching for a union with an eligible man. Unlike the Pratts, the Jamesons considered Nate Kimble to be an excellent catch. Therefore, Melissa was working hard to gain his favor. Considering Lilith was on his opposite side and she was certain he wanted to avoid any and all conversation with her, it made sense that Nate would pour all his attention on Melissa. The fact that she was a beautiful green-eyed redhead only served to sweeten the situation.

Elisa asked coldly as she forced her temper down. “I’m giving you one last chance, too. Leave immediately!” Dustin lost his temper as well. “Dustin, Miss Elisa, you should both calm down…” Simone was terrified that the situation would escalate, so she quickly went up to them and tried to calm them down. “Miss Elisa, let’s sit down and talk this through,” said Simone apologetically as she reached out to Elisa. Elisa slapped Simone’s hand away. Then, there was a loud smack as Elisa slapped Simone.

Élise came around from the other side, and we walked towards the entrance without saying anything. The murmurs started almost immediately. "That's Monochrome. Arielle Montreaux…" “The famous Monochrome CEO, right?” "That's her?" "Yeah, Elise Laurent collaborated with her for this fashion week." "Isn't she with Wyatt Kane?” “The California’s biggest investment and corporate tycoon" "I heard they're not even official…" My jaw tightened. I kept my eyes forward and my pace steady. News travels fast, Even here, across the country, they'd already turned us into a story.