Ashley Benson Bring It On In It To Win It Novels & Stories

Jayden calmed down and asked with a sneer "He left, what do you want to say?" "He left because he was taught good manners. Unlike you" "Are you saying your wife didn't teach me well?" Jayden asked coldly. Hon Benson knew his wife was one of Jayden's bottom line, so he calmed himself down. "I will do what you want on one condition" "What?" "I was playing golf with a friend yesterday. He said he wants you to form an alliance with the Savages."

“Maya already chewed me out rather good. I know I messed up.” “And now you can’t back out.” Breyona huffed, clearly having a strong grasp on the situation. “You almost get taken by Vampires, and now you have to fight an Alpha.” “If it makes you feel any better, I’m going to win.” I shrugged, using Alpha Asher’s sheet to cover my exposed body. Alpha Asher lifted himself from the bed, walking over to me. His fingers wrapped around the thin sheet, pulling it from my body. I stood on the phone with Breyona, glaring at Alpha Asher’s cocky smirk.

They just walked into the room, and there was about an hour more before the shooting began, so she didn’t understand why anyone would be looking for them so soon. “I’m sorry, ma’am. Master Benson wishes to see you now. He said you two needed to go through the script before everyone gathered.” A timid voice sounded outside the van, and the two girls recognized it to be one of Benson’s assistants. Being an A-List actor, he enjoyed a lot of privileges in his agency, including having three different assistants at his beck and call. “Bella would be out in a jiffy,” Chloe responded, and the two could hear the faint sound of his receding footsteps after he acknowledged them and took his leave.

A few minutes later, when Ashton was standing beside the pool, lost in deep thoughts, Billina walked by and said, "Win that race for me, will you?" Ashton didn't know what to say so he nodded nervously and replied, "Will try my best, ma'am. Just tell me do they have any special move?" "Not that I know of..." Billina said assuring him. "Go and change.." she added. When changing the clothes, all he was thinking about was the boss had faith in him. The way she asked him to win that race for her.. her eyes said it all. Walking towards the poolside, Ashton noticed all the eyes were on him. Few girls whistled, others just stared his hard rock abs and Conor... well basically he just threw the orang

Gina insisted, clutching Wendy’s arm. But after a brief glance, Asher returned to his phone—just as Wendy’s buzzed. Asher: [Where’s the wristband?] Wendy: [Took it off.] Wendy: [Want you to put it back on.] Gina inhaled sharply. "He’s looking over here! Don’t stare—oh god, how is he that perfect?!" Wendy looked up. Asher leaned against the counter, lips curved in amusement. His blue eyes shimmered with faint, lingering attention—directed straight at her.

For the umpteenth time that day, Ashley and Pamela exchanged looks. Did Bruce return? Or had his father come? Either way, Ashley peeled her gaze to Benita. “Let him in.” She ordered, bracing herself for what was to come.

Final Act: Present Day The gala gleamed with luxury. Chandeliers emit a warm golden glow throughout the room, reflecting off the crystal goblets and shiny marble floors. It was a festivity of victory, not only for Ashlyn Bennett but for a legacy revived. The tables were filled with the elite of the business world. Conversations hummed with curiosity, admiration, and whispers of awe over the events of the International Business Summit. The Ashlyn Bennett Foundation’s launch was the talk of the night, and at the center of it all stood Ashlyn herself, poised but undeniably powerful.

The world is run by the things these days. After searching the entire room, Ally sits on the edge of the bed and tries to catch her breath. It is almost noon. She is supposed to be ready when Benson comes. Before Ally could get up to get her shoes there is a soft knock on the door. Ally looks up to find Benson standing in the doorway. “Not feeling up to it?” Benson asks her. Ally shakes her head quickly and fakes a smile. “No, no, just a bit slow.” Ally says as she gets up to get the shoes she is going to wear. She slips on her shoes and walks up to Benson. Benson holds his arm out to her and helps her slowly down the stairs.

Chapter 7 Coincidence or Fate? “Try throwing the ball high and watch me catch it...oomph." Asher had been calling out to Adam to pass him the ball in his hand with his back turned to where he was headed until had bumped into someone unknowingly. "What idiot plays games on the walkway?” The lady he had bumped into murmured angrily.

"I can stake whatever... I know I would win, so I don’t have anything to lose. " "Well..." Alita bit her nails in deep thought. If I win, which I would, I get a raise, twenty-five percent, "she simpered. Benson raised a brow at her and he set down the bottles on the table. “Who would have thought?” He shrugged and went to get glasses. “Na, we wouldn’t be needing those,” She nodded sideways. “It is a competition and it would ruin the oomph tussle.” “Alright, bring your A-game,” Benson tightened his jaw. “I have been all about A games since the start of time.”