Aj Benson Novels & Stories

"Excuse me is this seat taken?" Maya looked up. A man was standing in front of her. He was wearing a work suit. His name tag said "Benson". He had a tool and a cold soda bottle. He looked tired from working on engines all day. He was not a student or a CEO. He was a mechanic. Mayas heart stopped beating. She looked into his eyes. They were warm and brown and kind. "Benson?" she whispered. The man tilted his head. Smiled. "Do I know you? You look like you have seen a ghost."

He’s studying to be a psychologist and I know he’ll be great at that. Benson is the youngest of us, born six minutes after Ajax. He’s the charmer, the most mischievous and outgoing of the three of us. He’s smart but tends to hide his intelligence behind jokes and cocky grins. He’s studying to be an engineer and he’s on schedule to graduate at the top of his class.

And then—Benson. He was leaning casually against a pillar, whiskey glass in hand, his face sharpened into a smirk the moment he spotted us. "Well, well," Benson drawled, his voice oozing sugar-coated venom. "If it isn't the man of the hour. Aaron Warner. You clean up nicely. Almost didn't recognize you without your usual… corporate armor." Aaron's jaw tightened, but his smile didn't falter. "Benson." "And you are." Benson's gaze swung to me, lingering too long. "Ah, the husband. You're adorable."

Jana has to have her own cards to play. Now that Denise is thinking about Jana, she couldn't help but notice how she managed to unlock the OOC button after just one mission. Earning points is a tough job. How can she undo it with just one sitting? 'It could be that her Ai's cheat is to make her earn double points.' "Good. That's all, Ms. Denise. Thank you so much for your time." Denise admired Austin's face for a moment before nodding at him with cold shoulder. She dislike his coy appearance. The last mission's leading man appealed to her more.

I heard Gamma Benjamin’s voice just then I collapsed on the grass as I gasped for air. “Our women could do better than this, Miss. Abel. You took two hours to complete twenty laps.” he said, but I didn't say anything as I closed my eyes and took in deep breaths. “You are done for today. Meet me here tomorrow,” he said in a monotone, and when he was about to leave, I called out his name. “Why do you hate me so much?” I need to know the reason. Alpha Sanders was the only person who welcomed me with a smile into this pack.

Pretty smart, I know. "Well if its isn't my good friend jack who else would be disturbing me at this hour."A tall man walked in . "Am sorry for my disturbance."He said bowing. "You are forgiven,did you bring me a snack as a Compensation."He said staring at Bethany lustfully. "Well no she is a friend ,she escaped from Mr B property o thought I should bring her ."he said. "You must be pretty smart to get pass his security."he said surprised. "Its no big deal ,I just had to wait for the right time."I said.

He kept looking at his watch, annoyed until he us. I took that as my cue to leave the car and walk to him. He eyes me up and down and licked his lips before offereing his hand. I put my hand in his and he brought it to his mouth, kissing the back of it. He then smiled at me, showcasing his yellowing teeth. “When they said my date was beautiful, I didn’t imagine she was this pretty. You are very gorgeous.” “Thank you, sir.” “Call me Alonzo. The girls also call me daddy.” He remarked with an ugly laugh that turned into a heavy cough. I looked away in fear that some of his saliva would fall on my face.

Ricky came forward but Scott grabbed his shirt. “Don’t. That’s not Desmond anymore. It’s solely his wolf.” My father put his hand on my arm. “What do you want, Aamon? No one needs to get hurt.” His voice was low and he pulled his own presence back. He even bared his neck to me.

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.

"My job for the night is done. I don't owe you a single thing." Benson smirked, leaning back against the concrete wall with his arms folded across his chest. He looked down at his low-slung sweatpants, then back up at her, entirely amused. "You're just going to leave me like this, coordinator? After everything we just did under that folder?"