Barry B Benson Novels & Stories

"Samson, I sent you here to get a signature, not to create a locker room distraction. Why is the player completely naked?" Mimi opened her mouth, but the words trapped themselves in her throat. She couldn't tell the truth, and she couldn't hide the raw state Benson was in. Benson let out a low, rough laugh. He didn't even try to cover himself. Instead, he took a step closer to Mimi, his bare shoulder brushing against her corporate blazer, sending a hot jolt straight down her spine. He held the pen over her folder, looking directly at the furious manager. "Relax, Harrison," Benson rumbled, his voice lazy and dominant. "The girl was just doing her job. She was being real... persuasive. I was j

Then she turned and said to me amidst struggling with her cigarette pack. "I hope you know what you are doing, Blondie. I just hope." To me, Benson is a god, because researches alone wouldn't avail you with many informations as big as this. There's definitely more to Benson than we already know, having Gal keep him as a diary upon their break up and comfortably working for Karl Sullivan all this years, the man that made away with his lover, who does that? Oh, yes, they said, keep your friends close but your enemies closer, but aside from the President obviously being his enemy who else could have fallen under the category? I couldn't help but ask, "Who are you?, Benson?"

"I am the one who runs this part of town. Mendoza crossed the line so now he is dead. If you double-cross me you will die too. Do we have an understanding?" I pressed send and there was an immediate response. ”I understand, you had to do what you had to. May I know the name of the man I am dealing with now." I typed my reply. ”Jensen, Jensen Daniels. I will be in contact." I put the phone away and sat at my desk and sipped on my drink. I took a deep breath and laid my head back, what a day.

"Benson indeed experienced health issues a long time ago. He was occupied by the workload since you didn't manage to get this position. He had been taking care of things for you." Get to the point! Carlson was impatient. "I came here for Nathaniel and Mango, but how did this happen?" It seemed to be all his fault! "Kingston was rendered speechless by Carlson's retort, but he still whispered, ""Benson has lung cancer. He doesn't have much time left.""" Carlson was in shock and disbelief. What did you say? "Although he was not very close to Benson all these years, he did not expect this to happen so suddenly. "

“I don't at all understand Mr. Klein’s behavior tonight.” “I need to know more about his past social behaviors and reputation,” I said. I was lucky Benson was utterly devoted to me. He had been my butler/valet for thirty-five years. And we were also friends. He never failed me and wouldn’t now. “I’ll begin gathering the information immediately,” Benson said. “But I must ask you something, and please don’t be offended, Mr. Wilson.” “You can ask me anything,” I grumbled. “But you know you needn’t call me Mr. Wilson or Sir when we are alone.”

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."

But Benson talked his way out of that one as he hadn’t been gone for more than 24 hours. At that point, Principal Barbour bought us some lunch. The way Benson ate, I think he hadn’t eaten in a while. I gave him half of my sandwich, guessing he would benefit from it more than me. “Miss. Kingsley, can I ask the name of your aunt’s trainer? She is in excellent physical shape and I could do with a bit of help to lose a few pounds.” Principal Barbour says while patting his bloated stomach.

I asked, wondering and guessing inwardly. Mom’s smile became so contagious that I couldn’t help smiling back at her, “Hmmm,” she hummed, “You won’t believe Sam came with Rod Benson. Rod Benson is the only son and heir to James Benson, the CEO of Benson Dairy, the richest dairy company in New York.” The smile on my face glowered to sadness as I argued within me if mom was about to mention what was on my mind. I shrugged to continue the discussion. “Well, it is indeed a privilege to have such a personality around. I guess he gave you some gifts. That is why you are excited. Benson Dairy is a prestigious company. Sam did well by bringing along the heir.”

And the Benson family didn't have close relationships with other families. All in all, compared with other families, the Benson family was detached and separate. But everything has an exception. The Benson family had a very good relationship with the Flint family. This was because Mr. Benson Sr., who had died, used to be the guard of Julien’s grandfather. In the war years, Mr. Benson Sr. helped Julien's grandfather avoid a bullet. Although that bullet wouldn't kill his grandfather as it wasn’t aimed at his grandfather’s heart or head, Mr. Benson Sr. had the incomparable courage to block the bullet with his body.

He was carrying me in his arm. I don't know how I feel, grateful or annoyed. "Thank you," I whispered. He didn't say anything as he took me to the restroom. **Benson pov* I sat in the bar sipping my drinks as I reflect on my actions two days ago. I don't really know what came over me, as I almost killed May. I know that I hate her but it was never my intention to sex her till she lost consciousness. I guess I was too angry when I saw her making out with my best friend. I have two best friends, Dafoe and Brody.