Simon sat back and took a sip of the whiskey. It was a poor man’s whiskey, cheap and bitter, that he had stashed away in his desk drawer. But it did the trick. He savored the slight burn as he mused over his next move. Mary, his cheating ex, was back in the picture. He thought she’d back off after what he did to her.He finished his drink, feeling the warmth spreading through his body, before he picked up his phone and dialed her number. She answered on the second ring, her voice low and soothing.“Simon, hi. It’s good to hear from you. How are you doing?”Not the greeting he had expected…“I’m good, Mary. How are you?”“I’m better now that you called.” “Yeah? Is that why you tipped off the press about Emma and I? So I would call you?”“It was either that or going to the police and filing charges for rape and assault. I went to a doctor right after the incident, and he took samples of your semen. There's more than enough for a DNA test, so I can prove beyond a reasonable doubt that y
Simon felt his heart race as Rose's hands gently enclosed his, her emerald green eyes studying him intently. Her candid question left him fumbling for words, and he struggled to string together a coherent sentence. He stammered, "Well, I, uh, I... I do like you, Rose. I mean, you're smart, beautiful, and, uh, you have this incredible spirit, and it's... quite captivating."In sharp contrast to the heavy news reports, Rose's laughter was bright and melodic. "Simon, you're adorable when you're flustered. But let's not overcomplicate things. Life's too short. What do you say we take a chance?"Simon cracked a grin as he realized that maybe there was room for more than platonic friendship between them. He suddenly relaxed, realizing he liked Rose. She exuded an endearing purity that set her apart from other women. Not to mention how she seemed totally unaware of her own beauty."I'd like that, Rose. I'd like to take a chance." He paused, his free hand settling on her nape and guiding he
Simon wanted to do it with Rose. There was nothing else in his life about which he was more certain. But all the self assurance he had built for himself over the past few weeks vanished. No longer was he the self-assured man who could do anything — from beating up Chad in the streets to exacting his revenge by making Mary feel the same way he did.No, he was a man in a daze. His hand slid beneath Rose’s shirt, pushing her bra aside. His fingers wrapped around her bare breast, cupping it in his palm. She moaned, a sweet, feminine sound that made his heart flutter.Her delicate flesh was too much for him to bear. Every part of her captivated him, from her delicate, firm nipple responding to his taunts to her seductive breath on his lips and the entrancing aroma of her hair. Too much disarray in his mind for him to come up with a reasonable plan. He knew nothing but the need to possess her.Still on top of him, her hips pressed against his, she started to rock back and forth over the bu
The penthouse where Anne lived was located in one of those hip downtown buildings that Catherine would never have considered living in. Her lavish mansions and houses betrayed her traditional values. She had no idea why her daughter was living in an apartment building and had never visited her until now.It was only upon entering the building's lobby for the first time that she came to the realization that this apartment block was delightful and luxurious.Perched in an alcove beside a bust, a sign informed onlookers, in golden letters, that the top floor belonged to Anne Parker.The elevator began to ascend silently as Catherine took out the spare keys that Anne had given her many years ago. For all she knew, she would never put them to use. Nonetheless, Catherine felt compelled to check in on her daughter's marriage today. The truth was that she started to question whether the relationship was just a temporary arrangement that Anne had impulsively entered into and was now adamantly
Anne's penthouse seemed still in silence. The muted echoes of her heels on the marble floor resonated through the vast space, creating an ominous rhythm that mirrored the rage pounding in her chest. Just when she thought everything was going well, her mother called. Anne had been so focused on her work and scheming that she had forgotten what pain in the ass her little sister was. Hers and Simon's betrayal would not be tolerated. Did they think she was an idiot? Fucking in her house? Did they think she'd just roll over and take it?"Simon?" Her voice sliced through the silence, carrying an edge that mirrored the sharpness of her emotions. "Simon, where are you?"The storm raging within Anne starkly contrasted with the distant hum of the city beyond the windows, which was the only response.She ventured deeper into the dark penthouse and eventually came face to face with Simon, who was sitting on the couch and appeared oblivious to what was about to happen. A file with important-look
As soon as Simon opened his phone the following day, the message "S.O.S." appeared. The sender of that text message was none other than Emma. Simon's eyes widened. The three letters, stark against the cold glow of his device, sent a chill through him. His fingers moved instinctively to call Emma, his anxiety crawling up his throat.The dial tone seemed to stretch into eternity until, finally, a shaky voice answered. "Simon?""Emma, what the hell is going on?" Panic gripped his chest, his imagination conjuring the worst scenarios."Someone took me." Her voice trembled, and Simon could feel the fear even through the speaker."What? Where are you? Are you hurt?" Simon's questions fired one after another, urgency fueling his words."Someone snatched me out of the blue… I-I think I’m in the trunk of a car. It's dark, and I can't see anything."Simon's mind raced. "Okay, Emma, I need you to focus. Can you give me any clues about where you might be?""No…" Emma's voice broke."Emma, we need
Whitney Granger glanced up from her microscope as Simon was ushered into the sterile lab. Her sharp and calculating eyes swept over him as she adjusted her safety goggles.In spite of his unkempt appearance, he was an attractive man with an irresistible charm. He brought back a flood of memories from her youth, when she first realized that guys like him were way out of her league.Some students at her school would make fun of her all the time, claiming that when God shared sex appeal among humans, Whitney was elsewhere to get extra brain rations. She eventually grew accustomed to telling herself that smarts were more valuable than looks, even though it hurt. Science agreed with her, and they thus became her best friend."Mr. Turner," she said, her tone crisp and professional. "I trust you understand the importance of this procedure. If you could please have a seat."Simon nodded, suppressing the urge to roll his eyes. The room smelled of chemicals and antiseptics, a stark contrast to
Whitney took a steadying breath, her hands slightly trembling as she knelt before Simon. Although she had experienced intimacy before, this particular circumstance left her feeling exposed and vulnerable.Simon watched her without saying a word, and something trembled with excitement inside her core. She gulped. Whitney, having long given up hope of ever being close to a man like Simon, couldn't quite fathom why she was doing this. Yet, in the depths of her being, she recognized a yearning, a desire she had suppressed for far too long.Their eyes locked, and a silent understanding passed between them. They looked at each other intensely, which conveyed more than any words could have stated. An invisible thread pulled her to unzip his pants in a way that transcended the boundaries of the ordinary. Somewhere in the back of her head, she silently questioned her choices as his stiffness sprang out, its tip only inches from her lips.She licked her lips and a blush crept up her cheeks as
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