Vanessa Simmons Husband Novels & Stories

“Because I don’t think Ava does.” Camille leaned back, crossing her legs. “What's your suspicion?” Vanessa smiled faintly. “That Ava and my husband may be doing more than just academic work together.” A pause. Then Vanessa reached into her purse and pulled out an envelope. It wasn’t thick—but it was unmistakable. She placed it gently on the bench between them. “I’d like you to help me,” Vanessa said. “I want to know if my husband is telling me the truth.” Camille’s eyes flicked to the envelope, then back to Vanessa’s face. “And what would that involve?”

Sometimes, he would hit a spot on my clit, and I’d moan but it doesn't do it! “You can always find yourself a new man who’ll do you right. Here's an idea what about Jeffrey?” Vanessa winked at me smiling... “Well He’s hot.” She fanned herself. “I’ve thought about him way too many times.” I shook my head in her direction. I didn’t need her trying to set me up with anyone. I mean i already have Simon, He had been with me through all the heartbreak, through Mom’s accident when Dad left. All of it.

***KAYLA*** “So you think the west wing is somewhat fishy?” I asked Simone and Ellie who stood in front of me after they’d just reported about their findings at Lady Lena’s home. “Not only fishy, there’s a man there, he’s just lying there, in a coma,” Simone explained. “Any idea who the man is?” I asked and she just looked confused. “He’s too young to be her husband, and too old to be her late son,” she answered and I just looked surprised with the new Information.

She quirks an eyebrow, sitting across from me. "Why?" "Short honeymoon." "My husband is the busiest man on earth." I huff. "Sucks being married to a billionaire." Vanessa flips her long chair and sinks back on the chair. "Didn't think you'd meet me." "Why wouldn't I meet you?" "Every single that Damien dates hates my guts."

"Simon has made it big-time as an artist, and Yasmin is his manager. They make a golden couple, if not a match made in heaven. Olivia must be out of her mind if she thinks she can rekindle old flames with him…" Simon was indifferent to the remarks as he pulled Yasmin into his arms. "That's all in the past. Yasmin is the love of my life." A hush fell upon the crowd. There was no point in bringing up Simon and Olivia's past now that he and Yasmin were married and in love. I gave them a cursory glance before turning to the waiter and ordering myself a drink. As I sipped my fresh-squeezed orange juice, I prayed that my parents would show up soon and make the important announcement. I had a shift

Vanessa said "Vanessa, don't be sorry. If that didn’t happen I wouldn't have met my husband." She is grateful now, that thing happened, it's a blessing in disguise. "Now, we are at peace that we knew what happened back then and that made a way for you to meet your husband." Alexander said. "Kashmir, your eyes shine as you speak about your husband. You really love him." Vanessa said. "I am curious, I want to meet that fortunate man who captivated your heart. As I can remember, you turned down many suitors including that debonair billionaire in London, Matt Simmons." he said chuckling.

“Nice to meet you all. I am Vanessa Davis. I’ll be gone in a day or two. At most a week.” “I’m Abel. This is my son Samson-” he’s the guy I met earlier. “This is Colton’s twin, Ross. My youngest child Catia. That is Curtis my right hand, Ashley and Laia. Laia is Samson’s wife. We hope to make your stay here comfortable.”

As if the universe had conspired to destroy her completely, there was a final piece to seal everything; "Vanessa Hayes was also known for sleeping with Professors for grades, former classmates confirm!" Shock pushed out her eyeballs. “What?” Before she could recover, the sight of the comment section followed, it was a total bloodbath. "Wait.. so you mean it was Isla who even got her a job?" "So she stole her best friend’s husband AND married him overnight?" "My goodness…And to think that the ungrateful bitch even dared to call Isla a gold digger?"

I replied with a satisfied smile. “I wasn’t finished,” Mom added smoothly. “They’re both enormous.” I gasped so dramatically my hand flew to my chest before laughter burst out of me. Vanessa’s jaw dropped. “Mom.” “What?” she asked innocently, stirring her mojito. “It’s the Bennett blueprint. Your father has one too.” Vanessa and I exchanged wide-eyed looks before collapsing into another fit of laughter. “That’s your husband,” Vanessa managed between laughs. “When you both get married, you’ll make fun of your husbands too.”

"I wanted to see the woman who thinks she’s winning. Tell me, Vanessa, how well do you know my ex-husband?" "What?" Vanessa snapped, her grip tightening on the lace until the delicate fabric bunched in her fist. "You come all the way here to ask me about Richard?" "Hmm, you even know his name?" I tilted my head, my voice dropping to a jagged whisper. "Well, isn't that interesting. For someone who has been abroad for a long time, you seem to know a lot about me and my past." "Just shut up, bitch," Vanessa barked, the saintly mask flickering for the first time. "Everybody knows your husband's name. He was top of the news during all that saga." She smirked, regaining her footing.