Gritting his teeth, Simon pushed forward, determined not to give up. "However, in... the global m-marketplace, there are... also o-opportunities. Uh... g-greater market reach, access to... um... wider customer base, and... uh... increased p-pro-pro-profits.”He had to conquer his stutter and finish his presentation. But this was easier said than done. He couldn't remember the last time he had been this nervous. Taking a deep breath, he stared at the wall behind the sea of heads. Focusing on his breathing and the rhythm of his heart, he tried to forget where he was and drown out the noises."In conclusion, conducting business in a global marketplace is a complex process, riddled with challenges and rife with opportunities. It requires adaptability and cultural awareness. But with dedication and determination, success in the global marketplace is... is... achievable."Simon's voice trailed off, his speech coming to an abrupt end. He lowered his head, feeling defeated and humiliated. Th
[Bind and Control skill activated. Cooldown: 20 hours]Emma gulped, her face suddenly flushed red. “Isn't it a little too hot in here?”“It is…” Simon smirked, watching her tucking a strand of raven hair behind her ear. “I have to sit…” She sat down on Simon’s table and leaned back while unbuttoning the top two buttons of her shirt. The edge of her white lace bra came into view.She pulled up her legs so her heels rested on the table. Pulling her skirt up and parting her legs, she gave Simon the perfect view of her bare inner thighs and her white lace thong. “Want to touch?” she asked.Even her words were exactly like in the script Simon had given her in his fantasy. “No, I don't want to touch you. You don’t deserve it. But you can touch yourself.”She slid two fingers of her right hand up to her panties and then up and down at a steady pace. Soon, her hand started moving faster and faster. Simon knew what was about to happen since he had seen everything before in his mind’s eye.
Simon stopped just outside the imposing campus gates, his eyes fixed on a scene that sent a surge of conflicting emotions through him. Chad waved his hands around excitedly, his eyes shining with passion, as he chatted energetically with Emma.Ducking into the shadows of a nearby tree, Simon leaned against the rough bark, his fingers instinctively reaching into his pocket to retrieve the familiar Zippo lighter. The metallic surface felt cool against his touch, a comforting presence.As he absentmindedly flicked the lighter open and closed, he watched Emma's expressive gestures and Chad's smug smile. The words uttered were too far away for him to accurately decipher. However, Chad’s focused expressions conveyed more than enough."That smug look on Chad's face... Does he actually like Emma?" Simon whispered to himself.He observed Chad's confident posture and the way he leaned in slightly, as if sharing a secret with Emma. The heat from his Zippo lighter fanned his face as he leaned in
The kiss was a fierce collision of emotions — anger, frustration, and a simmering desire to prove a point. Simon's lips pressed hungrily against Emma's, his fingers threading through her hair. For a brief moment, shock rendered Emma immobile, but her surprise quickly gave way to a fierce response. She leaned into him, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, as she kissed him back with a passion that matched his own.[Reputation with Emma: +100. Total: 0]Out of the corner of his eye, he studied Mary’s face to see her reaction. She stood on the other side of the courtyard, completely transfixed, her eyes widening in disbelief as she locked her gaze on him. Her mouth fell open, forming a perfect "O" shape, as astonishment rendered her momentarily speechless. Her wide-eyed stare spoke volumes of her surprise.Simon closed his eyes and relished the kiss. He felt like he was on top of the world. To a famished soul like his, even the most bitter things took on a surprising sweetn
Chad nursed a glass of whiskey, the burn a welcome distraction. With each sip, his inhibitions faded, replaced by a reckless determination to strike back harder. His phone buzzed on the bar counter, notifications lighting up the screen. A sinister grin tugged at his lips as he unlocked his phone, his eyes narrowing at the images and messages circulating on social media.Simon's reputation had soared after that kiss, and Chad refused to let that slide. As the alcohol flowed through his veins, a wicked plan formed in his mind. He navigated to the school's chat app, his fingers tapping out venomous messages that dripped with mockery.[Yo, did y'all see Simon's kissing debut? Guess he's aiming for Hollywood now #KissAndTell]He chuckled darkly as the messages started piling up, with others eagerly jumping on the bandwagon. The thrill of revenge surged through him, sending his fingers flying across the screen. Every insult, every jab, was a strike back at the humiliation he'd felt.[Simon'
On his way to the Dean’s office, Simon made a mental note to take some precautions about Chad. Given all that just happened, seeking revenge had become a highly probable course of action for Chad.[100 shop points acquired for getting satisfaction over an enemy][100 shop points are currently available for user Simon Turner][Warning! Your shop points can be traded in the Timeless Treasures Emporium for items only after the entire system’s capabilities are unlocked][Warning! User Simon Turner is still a virgin! Access to shop points is restricted]Simon clicked his tongue, tired of being told he was a virgin. So what? The difference between him and others was that he knew what he wanted: a girl with whom he could have reciprocated feelings rather than simply sticking it to whoever crossed his path.When he reached the Dean's office door, he took a deep breath and knocked. After he heard the invitation inside, he pushed the door open. The sight that met his eyes made his jaw drop, and
After two glasses of wine, John Parker stood up. He had seen what he wanted.“Another glass, Daddy?” Anne asked, looking up at him.“No, I have guests today, and I can't keep them waiting. You know your mother doesn't let the maids set the table until I come. She knows that a man's place is at the head of the table. If the woman has the right man, of course, and not a puppy.”He directed a glare at Simon, who was standing with his back to the wall. Neither Anne, nor her father had invited him to sit with them at the table. Anne smiled. “Personally, I would say that the man's head should rather be on the table, but I think I understand what you mean.”Simon winced, as that sounded like his wife would have preferred a decapitated husband. He could only stay and watch as they openly joked about him. He had to put up with them until he was in a position to exact his vengeance. Dismantling the Parker family was only the first step toward true success. Ultimately, his objective extended b
The upscale ambiance of Le Grand Éclat restaurant enveloped the evening in an air of sophistication. Soft golden lights danced off opulent chandeliers, and the low hum of conversations created an atmosphere of exclusivity. Emma, her dark hair elegantly coiled, moved with grace in her fitted black dress that accentuated her alluring figure. The soft sparkles of her light makeup highlighted her features, and a hint of nervous excitement glinted in her eyes.As she crossed the threshold, the maître d' approached her with a welcoming smile. "Good evening, miss. Do you have reservations?"Emma nodded. “Yes. I’m expected by Simon Turner.”Her heart drumming in her chest, she followed the maître d' to a table that offered a perfect view of the restaurant's opulent decor. She stole glances at the luxurious surroundings, her thoughts divided between the exquisite setting and the enigma of why Simon had chosen this place and how he could afford it.And then, in the midst of the sophisticated
Anne paced the living room, her blonde waves disheveled, her icy blue eyes wild with fury. The news of her father’s conviction had shattered whatever fragile stability she had left.“Simon!” she screamed, her voice echoing off the high ceilings.Simon entered the room slowly, his deep blue eyes calm, unreadable. He had been expecting this. He leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms as Anne rounded on him.“You think you’ve won, don’t you?” Anne hissed, her voice trembling with rage. “You came into my life, into my family, and you ruined everything!”Simon’s smirk was faint, almost pitying. “You ruined it yourself, Anne. Or have you forgotten who forced who into this marriage?”Simon’s words struck a nerve, and Anne’s face twisted with fury. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, trembling as she glared at him.“You don’t get to throw that in my face!” she shouted, her voice sharp enough to cut glass. “You wouldn’t understand me in a million years.”Simon crossed his arms,
The high-end hotel suite exuded quiet luxury. The low lights highlighted the rich textures of the room—mahogany furniture, cream linens, and gold accents that spoke to a wealth that didn’t need to scream for attention.Cassandra opened the door, stepping inside with a confident sway that made John follow like a man under a spell. She shrugged off her coat, draping it over a chair before turning back to him, her dark eyes glinting with promise.“You always this impulsive?” she teased, walking toward the minibar.John loosened his tie, letting it hang around his neck as he leaned against the wall. “Only when it’s worth it.”Cassandra laughed softly, pulling out two glasses. “I like that.”She handed him a glass, her fingers brushing his just enough to spark a moment of contact.“To worth it,” she said, raising her glass.John clinked his glass against hers, his gaze never leaving her. “To worth it.”Unseen, Simon sat in his small apartment, the glow from his laptop screen illuminating h
The Parker family estate was a fortress of wealth and power. Inside, John Parker sat in his expansive study, the glow of his antique desk lamp illuminating his cheekbones. His icy demeanor reflected in the highball glass he swirled absently, the amber liquid sloshing like a storm in a bottle.Across from him stood his trusted confidant, Victor Black, a man as ruthless as he was loyal. Victor’s tailored suit was as sharp as his tone as he laid a file on the polished mahogany desk.“You’re not going to like this, Mr. Parker,” Victor said, his voice low.John’s piercing blue eyes flicked to the file, then back to Victor. “What is it?” he asked, his tone calm, but there was an edge to it, the calm before the storm.Victor hesitated for half a second before continuing. “It’s Simon. Your daughter’s husband.” He leaned forward, tapping the folder. “He’s been... involved with Rose.”The name hit John like a slap. His jaw tightened, and the glass in his hand came down with a sharp thud. “Ros
The sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the hall. Steven Jones stepped into the foyer, his tall frame casting long shadows across the pristine marble floor. His amber eyes glinted with predatory amusement as they swept across the room, lingering for a fraction too long on the figure standing near the staircase.Elize froze the moment she saw him. Her red hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail, and her usually sharp hazel eyes darted nervously toward the doorway. Her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her maid’s outfit, betraying the tension in her otherwise poised appearance.“Steven,” she said softly, her voice trembling despite her effort to remain composed. “Why are you here?”Steven’s smirk widened. “Elize,” he drawled, his voice filled with false warmth. “I came to check on you. And on my son.”Anne entered the room with her wavy blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. Her icy blue eyes hardened immediately.“What do you want, Steven?” Anne said coldly, stepping between h
Simon dragged Marcus outside, the rain soaking both of them. Michael’s men stood watch, their eyes scanning for any signs of retaliation.“The Broker,” Simon said, his voice dripping with disdain. “Who does he work for?”Marcus shook his head frantically. “I don’t know! I swear! He’s just a middleman! The money—”“Where did the money come from?” Simon interrupted.Marcus hesitated, fear flashing in his eyes. “Parker Holdings. I don’t know from whom exactly, but the funds came through that company. That’s all I know, I swear!”Simon released Marcus, letting him collapse onto the wet pavement.The streetlights above cast harsh shadows over Simon’s face, making him look every bit the predator he was in that moment.“You’re lying,” he said, his voice low but razor-sharp. “You’ve got more than that. Talk.”Marcus shook his head, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “I swear, man, I swear—”Simon crouched, grabbing Marcus by the front of his shirt and yanking him close, their faces inches apa
Simon sat in the dimly lit diner, his foot tapping nervously beneath the table. The rain outside drummed against the windows, a steady, relentless rhythm. His fingers grazed the ceramic coffee cup in front of him. He didn’t need caffeine—his nerves were already shot.The door creaked open, and Adrien Pierce walked in, his trench coat dripping water onto the tiled floor. He scanned the room with a practiced eye before locking onto Simon and making his way over. The PI looked as if he hadn’t slept in days; his tie hung loose around his neck, and a thin layer of stubble darkened his jaw.“Pierce,” Simon greeted, his deep blue eyes narrowing. “You’ve got something?”Adrien nodded curtly, sliding into the booth across from Simon. “Yeah. It wasn’t easy, but I found a trail. You’re not going to like it.”Simon leaned forward. “Just tell me.”Adrien sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. “Robert’s killer was hired by someone close to the family. Very close.” He paused, letting the weight of hi
Rose’s tears welled up, her trembling body a sharp contrast to the fierce woman Simon once knew. He couldn’t shake the memory of how they had once been close—how they had shared more than just whispered secrets, how he’d found himself drawn to her in ways that surprised and confused him.That night was vivid in his mind, the electricity between them undeniable. It was as if something had snapped, pulling them together in an unspoken understanding. They were both trapped in Anne’s orbit, both trying to claw their way out. But now, seeing her broken and bound, Simon felt something twist deep inside him—something close to guilt.“I need more than just pieces of this, Rose,” Simon urged, his voice softening but his eyes still sharp. “What did Anne do to Lisa? Why would she kill her? And why did she throw you in here?”Rose wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, her voice shaky but more controlled. “Lisa found out too much. She found out about Anne’s dealings with Steven. Anne is tied t
The idea to fulfill her fantasies excited Simon more than he was willing to admit. Letting himself be carried away by the thrill of the moment, he stepped back and unzipped his pants. “Kneel,” he ordered.She obeyed, licking her lips and eyeing his cock. Remembering how she had admitted to fantasizing about being used, he decided to not hold back. He shoved his cock inside her mouth, relishing the way her teary eyes never left his.Holding her hair and steadying her head, he started pounding her mouth, fucking it as hard as he had fucked Mary the other day. There was an allure, a sense of satisfaction and power that came with having complete control over someone. Especially when that someone wanted to be controlled by him.He gave her the full experience she wanted, including being fucked from behind over the rails of the vantage point, her tits bouncing wildly above the courtyard. As she barely contained her gasps and moans to not alert the other guards who might have been patrolli
The guard’s breath hitched as Simon’s words settled over her, the promise of something more than her monotonous life swirling in her mind. She looked at him, eyes flicking over his face, searching for any hint of insincerity but finding none. The desire, long buried under routine and apathy, flared in her eyes. Simon could see it now—she was close, teetering on the edge of her own unspoken desires.Her voice came out in a whisper, barely audible but heavy with longing. “There’s this place... above the walls, one of the lookout points.” She swallowed, as if the words themselves were forbidden. “I always thought about it—having a man take me there. The thrill of being above the entire prison, knowing someone could be watching... knowing we’re being seen, but no one able to stop us.”Simon’s smirk widened, his eyes gleaming with amusement and satisfaction. She had handed him everything he needed. The guard shifted under his gaze, clearly nervous but unable to stop the pull she felt towar