Barry B Benson Looking Up Novels & Stories

Despite their expectation Barrett’s anxiety gets over her. “Denzell, is it just me or are every person we pass by are looking at me?” she is feeling the stare. “I don’t know.” he shrugged his shoulders and just walked onto the road. Barrett tries hard to dismiss the thought that followed him and hold onto Denzell’s hand. Along the long road with buzzling people they were led to a path leading to the mountain residences, as they walked further Denzell stopped in front of a house. “There seems to be no one at home.” Baarrett told him, however without any words, he barged into the house and went to the backyard.

After sitting, I looked up at Barry. Barry walked up to me, literally backing me into a corner. "Is that seat comfy?" he asked. "I have all the girls who come over sit in that chair. They love sitting there while I show them off." Barry grabbed the pouch he was wearing and slowly unsheathed his large, flaccid cock and his perfect, bulky, and big set of balls.

Beta Benson said to him. At this point, our attention returned to Professor Derrick who looked like he was trying hard not to show how angry he was. He looked like he was ready to take a piece of flesh off Beta Benson and I really hoped he would keep it cool. I would rather I do not get associated or blamed for whatever would happen if he loses his temper.

The images were from two angles, showing in split on the screen: someone seated beside him, and someone standing behind him. I glanced to the side, then up at Barry. “No speakers?” He shook his head. “I muted it. Business talk. Nothing interesting.” I nodded at him and my eyes moved to his hand. He raised his glass. “Same?” My eyes went up to his. I nodded. He moved away and I sat. There was a bruise on Jayden’s lip. A cut more like. I stared at it, and kept staring till Barry placed my drink in front of the screen. I picked it up, my gaze fixed.

Unfortunately, Adrian knew him well enough to recognize concern. Ava joined them shortly afterward. The atmosphere immediately became serious. Nobody bothered pretending otherwise. Damian opened the folder. Then carefully arranged several photographs across the desk. Business events. Fundraisers. Corporate gatherings. Old newspaper images. Interesting. Very interesting. At first glance nothing appeared unusual. Then Ava noticed a face. A familiar face. Her eyes widened slightly. Adrian noticed immediately. “What is it?” Ava pointed. The photograph showed Benson Carter standing beside Richard Cole. Not once.

She opens the cover and slides into the bed. Benson watches her for a long moment. Ally cannot tell what his frame of mind is, but there is a constant sadness in his eyes. Benson walks to the winged back chair and takes his shoes off. He drapes his jacket over the arm rest of the chair. He loosens his tie and looks at Ally again. Ally realises that she is watching him too intently and quickly looks away from him. She turns in bed to lay on her side and keep her back to him. Ally hears Benson chuckle softly.

With the evidence in hand, he quickly set off to find Manager Brent. Meanwhile, in a dimly lit tent in the forest, anyone could easily get dizzy upon witnessing the interesting sight. “What the fu*k! Where did you run off to, Benson?” Coco stood in the middle of her tent, moving up and down as if she had a sore on her bum that was preventing her from sitting down. She fixed a burning gaze on her phone and decided to dial his number once more. However, a few rings later, the call was directed to voicemail, just like the ones before.

Or that I pushed him away? My fingers tightened slightly around hers. I couldn’t say anything so I just squeezed her hand. Then I raised my head and met her worried eyes. I forced a small smile. “It’s nothing,” I whispered, my voice hoarse. Hannah didn’t look convinced. Her eyes lingered on my face, searching, her lips pressing together slightly like she could see through me. She raised a brow, about to speak— But I cut in quickly. “Aunty… where is Benson?” I asked, glancing around.

She slumps into a series of howls that evidence she’s under my mercy. “Fuck!” Benson growls. “Don’t you fucking lay a finger on her!” “Oh, about that…why don’t you see for yourself her present condition?” I effuse and start to forward the video with Mae's phone. I know the moment Benson watches it. He’s been riled up he forgot accessing the internet to watch the video will lead him to put on his location. Glad, Stalin begins his works. Fingers tapping hastily on the computer at the far end of the room.

Benson said as he played with his walking stick. "Why does everyone want to know this girls father?" Clay muttered to himself but Benson heard. "What does that mean? Who looked for her father?" Benson asked as he stood up angrily. Then,Clay knew he was in trouble with Benson and the other guy who looked for her. To Be Continued