Sweet Simone's Novels & Stories

He was letting me in, if only through the sterile gateway of his work. "Can you do me a favor, though?" I asked, leaning my chin in my hand as the dessert plates were cleared away. Damian paused, wiping his mouth with a linen napkin. "What favor?" "Speak it to me once in a while," I said, a playful, flirty smile spreading across my lips. "The Italian. Just a sentence or two when you're annoyed." Damian let out a low, cynical breath, a sound that was dangerously close to a dark chuckle. He tossed the napkin onto the table and looked at me like I had lost my mind. "You don't even understand it, Beverly. What is the point?"

"Just set the table." He walked out before I could ask anything else. At seven o’clock, the doorbell rang. I walked to the front hall. The moment I opened the door, my heart dropped. Before me stood Simone. Tall, elegant, with honey-blonde hair cascading in waves over her shoulders. She was wearing a red dress, diamond earrings, and lipstick the exact shade of the roses in the garden. She looked at me and smiled, but it wasn’t a kind smile. It was a smile that said she knew exactly who she was and exactly who I wasn’t.

Leopard print mini skirt with her butt hanging out, the thin black top with her boobs spilling out, a dangerously high heel, and that familiar face dragged the car to the side. “Hey...need a company?” she bents down into the car, displaying more of her junks. Suman nodded. “I know you...you are the rich hotty from behind the bars!!!” she had already settled next to Suman. He just sighed and turned to the road. Apparently, he is a hotty among jailbirds. “Oh come on...everyone slips once in a while...” she cooed, squeezing her breast between her arms. Pungent alcohol smell swirled around.

"That black dress? The heels? She knew she was coming to seduce you, not just threaten you." "You're jealous of the woman blackmailing me?" "I'm saying," Simone swings a leg over my lap, straddles me again, "if she's going to be in our business, maybe we should give her something to really photograph." I raise an eyebrow, holding back a groan as she grinded on my hips. "What are you saying?" "I'm saying." She leans in, lips brushing my ear. "She's hot, you're hot, and I'm already naked. Threesome?"

Little did she understand the extent of my restraint. I ended the call abruptly, drawn to her like a moth to a flame. She offered a hesitant smile and extended her hand as if in greeting. I seized it with a possessive force, my fingers trailing down her body. She gasped in surprise, her hand intertwining with mine as I traced her curves with my fingertips. Her moans fueled my desire, and she melted into my embrace, her breasts pressing against my chest as our lips met in a fervent kiss. She pushed me back onto the sofa, her hands inching toward the waistband of my jeans.

Melissa squealed. “Urm thanks…you look good too,” that was a lie, she looked hot, next-level sexy in the deep V-neck polo she wore that exposed a good amount of boobs and a denim short that barely covered her ass cheeks. We did some catching up on how our lives have been going. Melissa spoke without brakes. I was intrigued, she was so full of life. “How's things with Jane?” She asked, searching my face for any discomfort. “We're good…yeah, your sister’s a sweet soul.” I replied and that was the truth.

"Slit his throat before he wakes up." "It would be better if it looked like an accident. You already have a murder associated with you." Trish Rait’s memory would haunt her forever. She rested her chin on the palm of her hand and offered, "How about some cyanide cookies?" "It would be quick." Finnegan nodded. "Almonds can hide the taste of cyanide." She looked over at her familiar who was looking too innocently at her. His golden eyes held that telltale mischief that reminded her that there was a reason he was there and not in the afterlife.

Simone finally apologized, knowing that Richard was not going to buy into whatever she would say. Unbuttoning his crispy white shirt swiftly, Simone moved closer and took over, "you shouldn't be mad at me for missing you so much. I know you hate surprises or having people over when they're not invited," shrugging his shirt off his shoulders and over his arms, she let it fall behind him. "But I'm no more people Richard." Standing on her toes, she wrapped her arms over his shoulders and pressed a wet kiss over his mouth which he returned. Drawing back for a second to catch her breath, "at least we agree now that you miss me too," she teased.

she spewed on in a whisper “What do you want Simone?,” Samaira looked her in the eye Simone gave a sly smile “Too late bitch, you should’ve thought about this before signing the Lilac contract,” Samaira was shocked, Simone also wanted the endorsement but Samaira got it, hence all this drama “I.. Simone, only the best wins, you know right,” Samaira raised her eyebrows and Simone’s lips pursed “I’ll show you who is the best,” she hissed furiously “Everybody,” Simone raised her volume as she addressed the people around

She asked, laughing. "You joker." Simon called, turning her over to face him. "Your sense of sarcasm is top notch. I love it." He drew her waist closer to him and looked at her in admiration. "How the hell are you this beautiful when it's barely nine in the morning, what is your secret? I want to have a share." He asked seductively. Paige smiled happily as she leaned on his shoulder. The soft fragrance from his cologne felt soothing to her nostrils. "You smell so nice." She complimented him gently lifting her head and arm up to hug him. As if in waiting, Simon quickly pulled her closer into a hug.