All Chapters of Drowned under his Touch: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Alita and Beatrix talked more and got to know each other better. They grew close–Alita saw that Beatrix wasn't a scary model and a wealthy mother to a rich son. And no matter how intimidating she looked and sounded, she was a woman and a lovely mother at heart.The two of them mostly spent time with each other, leaving Benson alone with Julie. He was jealous and a little uncomfortable with how close they were because he feared his mother would influence Alita, and he didn't want any trace of his mother on Alita. Most guys out there would like a girl with some, if not all, the characteristics of their mother, but Benson wasn't that guy.Charity got caught up in his mother's lifestyle and could not balance it with her marriage. She drowned in the luxury and attention and their marriage crumbled. Beatrix could manage it though. It was her husband that was the fault for their situation. But what are the odds that Alita could?Benson kept all his fears to himself and let them be. He focuse

Alita laid there unconscious and dying slowly. The same feeling of feeling your life leave you, the same visions of her life before her eyes, it all came back. She had had that experience twice now this was the third. She held on to the life that only slipped away the longer she laid there. Benson came home, ordered the door to open and the sight he saw brought him down to his knees. There was blood everywhere and Alita was lying on a man dressed in black looking like an assassin someone had sent to kill her. He crawled towards her, unable to utter a word. He felt literal pain sear through his chest to his heart. He pulled his phone from his pocket with shaky hands and dialed 911. It rang through and an attendant picked but all he could say was, "something bad has happened and then the phone slipped out of his hands to the ground and all the sound around faded into scammghtening silence. He couldn't his eyes as he prayed to wake up from the bad dream. It had to be a dream. She could

Dumbfounded and dwindling between anger and confusion, Benson cleared his throat. The place went absolutely silent. “Why didn’t you say anything about it? You could have told me. I feel betrayed right now,” he face-palmed. “I just want to go home,” he breathed heavily. “I can’t believe it at all. I just can’t believe our friendship was built on lies all this while. We promised to…” Sarah whined and cried. “All this while, Alita, I thought we were best friends. I told you everything and I thought you did the same,” she turned and wrapped her hands around Luke, looked up at him, and muttered, “please take me out of here.”“Please don’t leave me like this,” Alita extended her hand as she moaned. Her throat patched as she watched Luke lead Sarah out of the room. She was too weak to move and she couldn’t possibly follow after Sarah when Benson was there also preparing to leave.“Let’s go home,” Benson looked at Alita with pain in his eyes. She wiped her face and dragged herself up.Ivy sa

"Let's go on a date," Benson said pouring wine into two glasses form them. "We haven't gone anywhere, we haven't gone out ever since…" his eyes snapped close as memories of almost losing Alita to the jaw of death flashed through his mind–not sonething you wouldn't want to remember, not even randomly. "What do you think?" He asked.Alita's face lit up and she giggled sharply. "Are you serious right now?" She squinted at him as she extended her hand and collected her drink. She gingerly whirled the glass before a sip and moaning to the taste that surprised her. "This is amazing," she nodded and took another sip. "What in God's name do I say to that?" She pursed her lips and raised her chin, playfully scowling at him."I don't know," he laughed softly, looking the other way as set himself on the arm of the chair she was seated on."You must be high," Alita jabbed her finger into his side and he yelped moving away. "Should you when ask me about it? You could have surprised me," she scrunc

Alita was shocked to see the door slide open. Benson just walked to his room, and they were the only two people that could open the door.She balled her fist, waiting to see the figure standing in front of the door. She couldn’t see the face of the woman but as the door slid wider, she recognized who it was.Freaking Charity!Charity was the least of people she could expect to see. Many questions raged through Alita’s mind but the most outstanding was how she could open the door.“Benson,” Alita Bellowed crossing her hands on her chest as she jotted her hips, giving Charity a once over.“Yeah, babe,” Benson answered from his room.“You have a visitor,” Alita pushed her lips forward as she swayed her body from side to side.“I don’t have plans to—“Hi there,” Charity flickered her fingers in the air, smiling excessively as she looked over at Benson. “I let myself in,” her eyes went round. She looked around and observed the living room. “Things have changed here, haven’t they?” she snic