Barry B Benson Looking Up Novels & Stories

Benson was yelling happily. They all were watching at the image, and the other three burst out laughing. They laughed their heads off bend forward, and Joy even laugh tears started to flow down. The image happened when Benson didn’t intend. He touched his head and laughed with embarrassment. He was about to get up, Dylan stopped him. "Benson, don't get up just yet, we’ll finish reading it right away. Thank you." "Okay, very well, would you please hurry up? I look ridiculous."

And placed it in his hand. No hesitation. Hesitation would mean fear. And fear would mean guilt. Benson took it without breaking eye contact. Then finally— he looked down. Unlocked screen. No password. Of course. I had anticipated this. Prepared for it. Everything was clean. No recording. No trace. No mistake. Still— my pulse rose. Because this wasn’t about what he would find. It was about what he would see in me while he looked. He began to scroll. Slowly.

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."

Barbara said, and she made herself comfortable on the executive sofa, “Tell me, why are you here?“ Mrs Benson asked, and she was looking straight to Barbara's eyes, “I'm pregnant for your husband before he died” Barbara said, “Get up and get out of my house” Mrs Benson said, “Relax your mind, I'm not here to drag anything with you out of your husband's properties, but I want to help you to have a kid In your home” Barbara explained, “I have heard enough” Mrs Benson said, have you come to my home to mock me or Insults me?“ she asked, “get out of my home” she said,

I wasn't with them but I was following stealthily behind them . I did stick around them enough to witness everything that happened. Returning to the sitting room with two plates of pasta to see Benson sitting calmly deep in his thoughts. His clothes changed to pajamas."here , eat ," Glancing at me briefly he took the plate from my hand,"thank you." With that he focused on the cartoon playing on the TV screen, the food placed on his laps not making a move to eat. Doing my best to ignore his sorrowful and lost self I sat beside him eating my meals while gazing at the screen too.

She tamped again and locked the head in place, then she sat a cup underneath and started the extraction. “You look like you know what you’re doing,” a deep voice said from behind her causing her to jump and let out a little squeal of fright. She took a deep breath and turned to see Barry Benson, billionaire, leaning against the marble island bench dressed in dark grey suit pants and pale blue shirt with his massive arms crossed over his chest. She swallowed before answering and her voice was huskier than she intended. “I worked my way through university slinging coffee,” she replied. He lifted an eyebrow and his aquamarine eyes gazed intensely at her. She felt pinned in place by his look and

Barry mumbled, staring at the lady that was dancing along with some other ladies. Bennett turned to see the lady he was referring to and his eyes widened at the sight. "What the fuck?!" TBC

“Either you got a new skincare routine or someone is taking special care of you.” Barry only smirked. “A gentleman doesn’t talk.” Carlson laughed. “Right. You’re so known for being a gentleman.” That afternoon, Barry found Brian in the art room, bent over a half-finished sketch. Sunlight poured through the wide windows, touching his hair with gold. Barry leaned against the doorframe. “You keep staring,” Brian said without looking up. “I’m admiring the masterpiece.” “The drawing or me?” “Both,” Barry replied. Brian’s hand paused just long enough to betray him. “You’re going to get us caught.”

He was a person used to trick her. As her mind started to fade she saw something on a small screen. On the Earth in the ash a small blue light flashed. It was not gold. It was not green. It was the light of the Benson-program. June the blue light whispered in her brain did you really think the real Benson would die without a way, into the system?

Benson set down the fishing bag he was carrying. He decided to look around and walked into the kitchen and something on the table caught his attention. A colorful notebook, with an image of a butterfly, with an attractive colorful rose, too easy to miss. Anthony had left it on the table after Mariah had gone, the writing pen still sitting inside. Showing that it just recently has been used. Benson picked up the book to admire it, the pen fell out to the floor first followed by a yellow card. Benson dropped the book back on the table, picked up the pen, and the card too. The first page to him was blank, then he flipped it the other way.