Wonder Dog | DAMON BGT

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A tsunami of work fell on Simon.

No doubt his subordinates had taken good care of the company, but there were matters that only the great Simon Cowell can face.

Matters that accumulated during his absence, forming the big wave that kept Simon working non-stop for a couple of weeks.

"Mr. Cowell, good afternoon," the assistant waits at the door for the entry permit, which is granted, "would you mind confirming certain points made at yesterday's meeting?"

"Sure, go ahead."
Simon reclines the backrest and takes a small handful of maltesers from a white bowl.

The assistant sees his boss start throwing the chocolate balls into the air and catching them in his mouth. She had to bite the inside of her cheek not to smile about it.

Simon has been so out of his 'common self' that the people around him, especially those in the company, began to speculate about his supposed explanation for his sudden disappearance.

"I went on vacation"

It's true that when you come back from holidays you come rested, relaxed and happy... however, Simon is out of the standard.

It wasn't just the holidays.
It had to be something else:

A woman, most of them thought.

And this time it wasn't Suzanne.

"Grace's new album is scheduled for the beginning of next month."

"Right."

"AGT not canceled, accommodated for the last month of the year"

"Yup."

She flips through her notebook.

"Ah! And BGT's live shows will start next week."

Simon smiles widely.
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David

"Hi mom... yes, sorry I didn't call in the morning, I had to go ask if there was any news of Silly..."

A sting of sadness attacked my heart.
Silly had been missing for more than two weeks and I couldn't be more worried. I can't imagine how he left, I just know that when Bert and I got home he was gone.

"No, they haven't found him yet..."
I sigh at the window, fogging it up a bit.
Today it was cold.

My mother says a few words of comfort and hope, calming my negative emotions.
I love my mother, I don't know what I would do without her.

"Well, now I'm going to today's live show..." I laugh a little when she tells me that she had the channel ready to see me "oh mom, I love you, we'll talk later, hmm?"

My mother sends me kisses.

The car stops and I exit smiling, ready and excited to return.
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"Hello everyone!" I exclaim vigorously, raising both arms.

A few of the crew return my greeting. I distinguish Amanda among people and she smiles a lot when she sees me and comes to me, raising her arms too. We shared a hug and a couple of kisses.

"David! I feel like it's been years since we last saw each other."

I agree with her opinion.
She and I went together to sit in our matching chair for the whole aesthetic issue. Alesha didn't delay in arriving and doing the same as us.

When we were ready, we went out to the usual balcony to take pictures (it had become one of our favorite places for that).

"Do you think Simon will come?" asks Alesha as she reviews the photos.

Amanda whispers "I don't know, but if he does, I promise I am going to...!"

"What are you going to do, Amanda?"

We all look at the bearer of the familiar, deep voice. Simon Cowell stood next to us, his hands in his pockets and a derisive expression.

Amanda's surprised face becomes one of anger.
Her hands grab the millionaire's neck and shake him.

"To kill you, you dumbass! How dare you show yourself so calm after worrying us!"

Simon seemed to be suppressing a laugh "Amanda, darling—"

"Shut up! Nobody knew about you and you didn't answer the fucking messages!"

While Amanda was still claiming things from him, I had the opportunity to take a good look at Simon. Something didn't fit into him and after examining him, I knew.

Simon Cowell, who on the Weird Crushes cards had a two in style because he didn't wear more than black, grey and white, was wearing a bloody sky blue shirt and a black tie.

Where the hell did he leave the thing of leaving three buttons unbuttoned?

... I bite my lip slightly, heat occupying my cheeks.
He looks gorgeous.

Her closest friend finishes her hate monologue and to amazement of all present, hugs him.

"Good to see you..." she says calmer than before.

"Likewise, Mandy, and I'm sorry for everything."

Alesha is next to greet him.
When they finish, Simon looks at me.

"Wow, Mr. Cowell, first time I see you and I don't think you're a waiter," I joke to hide that I was really nervous.

My friends laugh out loud, including him, and he reaches out his hand to me. I take it and notice perfectly that he pulls on me, making our bodies cling together.
He immediately surrounds me with his arms.

The tingling in my stomach increased considerably.
I see Amanda raising her eyebrows knowingly and beckons to Alesha to give us some space.

I stop repressing my desires and my arms also trapped his body. I use more force, attracting him as much as possible.

"I thought you were dead, Simon." I comment.

He pats my back and partially separates, his right hand still on my waist "and you were already celebrating because you would take Simon Cowell's fabulous place on the panel".

I roll my eyes, "stop there, Cowell, I don't admire you that much."

Lie.

Simon raises one of his eyebrows, "oh, of course you do."

I couldn't take it anymore and I smile, biting my lip coyly. The eyes of the one wearing the long-sleeved blue shirt dropping to my mouth.

"Okay, maybe a little bit."

I give him a thundering kiss on the cheek and step away, walking camply. I look back and he gazed at me carefully, "oh, and Mr. Cowell? you look very good in that blue."

I saw the beginning of a smile before I got on my way.