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My Benefactor Chapter 39
Reagan's POVI couldn't understand what's happening around me.Bryson's frigid, cold treatment... Ciara's smug bitchiness... them being back together.... it felt like I was in a twilight zone, like some alternative universe.What's even freaky was this incident in the hallway, where Bryson was having a migraine episode, and Ciara coming to his aid with a look of fear in her face. She was hiding something, and more importantly, she did something to Bryson...And the images that I saw on his head.That dark haired man was dangerously beautiful, too beautiful that he looked inhuman - like Derek.A pure blood.“Ugh,”I grunted. All of this was making my head spin. I needed some answers, and I was most definitely would get to the bottom of this. Bryson and I may not be together, but he would always have a place in my heart. He was my first love, my first time, and my best friend. I would always care about him, even though I didn't have romantic feelings for him anymore.With a sigh, I opene
My Benefactor Chapter 40
Reagan's POVI was so damn nervous. Really, you wouldn't believe it.Heck! Any sane person could tell right of the bat I was a train wreck waiting to happen.My palms were drenched with sweat, my heart was palpating as though someone was playing bongo drums on it, and my legs were trembling so much.'Calm down, Reagan,' I thought to myself, trying to calm my bundled nerves.. 'It's just a date, you've done this kind of stuff before.'Pfft!Calm down? Just a date?No, it wasn't just that...This was Derek we were talking about. When it came to him, it wasn't anything simple.Right after Derek told me we were going on a date, I booked it like I was chased after a horde of zombies to my room, and looked for a perfect dress. It was chaos out there, and it was ridiculous how I threw dress after dress out of my closet like a maniac high on Red Bull. I was about to give up, and make a desperate move to go shopping (which I totally abhor with all my might), but a certain black number that was
My Benefactor Prologue
(Reagan at the age of 16)Family.As defined in any human context, had many several meanings. One meaning would be a myriad of things sharing the same attribute. Another meaning would be a correlation of people who shared a common belief containing one or more in general.As I look back upon a time, I could say that family was one of the most important perspectives of a person's life. The upbringing, the environment, and the moulding of one's character became a part of one's identity.In this respect, it remained of utmost importance to initiate, cultivate, maintain, and prioritize family relationships.I, however, had a loving dad, Michael, who dotted and adored me like no other. He had a promising career as a consultant to some big-time corporate tycoon and had provided our household with everything we wanted or needed. He was burly and tall, around six-foot-one with short wavy brown hair, sharply chiselled features with grey eyes that sparkled with great happiness. My mother, Lilly
My Benefactor Chapter 1
"Oh my god! My feet hurt. Why didn't you tell me you live so far from civilization, Derek?" I whined. "Are we there yet?" I didn't want to sound like a complaining four year old, but all this walking had me acting like a ditz.If he wasn't that good looking, I would have bashed his head in for not giving me a heads up. There was no need for me to complain. The guy just offered me a roof over my head and the least I could do was to be grateful, but being the idiot I was, in turn acted like an ungracious misfit. Yeah, very cool Reagan. But I couldn't help it.For some reason, he failed to mention that his house was a long way from the bus stop. Why did he opted not tell me? That, I had no idea. Half of the time we were walking, I was waiting for the moment that he would pounce at me or worst, kill me in cold blood. Neither of it happened. Maybe it was just my imagination running wild, or it was just human instinct taking over for meeting a stranger. A hot stranger I might add.I glanced
My Benefactor Chapter 2
Two years later"I don't want to go back to school! I would rather be home schooled!" I whined at Derek while crossing my arms in front of my chest, not backing down.We were in his study, having a heated argument about me going back to school to finish senior year - surrounded by people. Yes, people.For two years, he helped me without expecting something in return. He gave me everything. Cars, money, clothes, jewelry - you name it, I got it. But those things didn't matter to me. Derek was like a brother, best friend, and I could kick myself for saying this, but sometimes he was like a lover. I know it sounds crazy, but I couldn't help but think that way. But, he's 23 and I will be turning 18 next month. He wouldn't want to get involve with a high school girl. I was not good enough.Derek breathed in a big sigh on the verge of giving up, "Reagan, this is your senior year. I don't want you to graduate high school with a bad memory. Who knows? Maybe this year won't be so bad."I snorte
My Benefactor Chapter 3
If I could remember, Ciara hated the popular crowd. So, why was she hanging out with them? Oh yeah. Bryson.Just my freaking luck.I grudgingly trudged my way to the popular table with a slight scowl on my face. As I neared the table, Ciara looked up and saw me approaching. As promised, she saved me a seat to her left and Bryson was to her right, which might I add, did on purpose."Ciara, Ciara, Ciara... You are showing signs of an insecure and intimidated girlfriend." I thought.I sat on the chair and smiled at her, "Thanks for saving me a seat." I said. I saw Bryson glance at me, then went back talking to his friend.She shook her head, "No problem." She said and looked at my tray, "You still haven't changed, Reagan. You still like pudding." She giggled.I chuckled, "Pudding will forever rock my world, CeeCee. You know that."She nodded her head, "Yeah, I know. You said and I quote, 'I want to marry this son of a bitch when I'm old enough'."I gasped, "You still remember that? Geez,
My Benefactor Chapter 4
I was about to get in my car when someone called out my name, "Reagan! Reagan!"I spun around and saw Ciara walking over to me with a brooding Bryson in tow. It was funny to see him looking all doom and gloom, since he was the type of guy who could light up a room with a single smile. He had charisma and social skills. If he were to run for Student Council, he could win by a landslide. I'm pretty sure majority of those votes were from girls well, probably the one who shamelessly fawned over him. I shuddered at the thought.I leaned on my car, folding my arms over my chest and grinned, "Hey! What's up, Ciara?"She stopped when she reached my car and gawked, "Reagan? Is that your car?"I chuckled at her reaction, "Yeah. It was a gift. A bit flashy but hey, a car's a car," then end it with a shrug.She stared at me as if I had lost my mind, "Reagan, that is not just a car. That is a Porsche 918 Spyder. It's worth a whooping million smackaroos on the market."I rolled my eyes, "Like I wou
My Benefactor Chapter 5
(Bryson's POV)"Bryson! Were you even listening to me?" Ciara yelled.I killed the engine and got out of the car, then slammed the door shut. I took long strides towards my house, like a raging bull who had seen a Matador flinging a red cloth. I was too furious to talk, too mad. I wondered, what the hell was wrong with me, snapping at Reagan like that? It was pretty clear that I had no business with what she does with her life and here I am, freaking out about her living with that douche of a guy named Drake... Dane... ah, hell. Whatever.I heard the passenger door open and slam shut, followed by frantic footsteps. Ciara could be relentless at times. She doesn't know when to drop the subject when it was crystal clear that I didn't want to talk about it. I hate it when she does that psychobabble bullshit about 'couples should talk about what they are feeling' and all that mushy gooey crap."Bryson! Wait up!" she shouted.I continued ignoring her then whipped the front door open with a
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