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

Tommy explained all together. Alexis nod her head in understanding, she wanted to say something, she heard the sound of steps coming closer, when she turned around, she saw the previous woman, she was accompanied by a man who looked to be in her late sixties, just that there was still enough energy left in the man to do some extreme exercise or work. Without been told, Alexis knew that must be the so called Mr. Benson, she and Tommy stood up to greet the two elders, Mr. Benson sat down smiling at Tommy and Alexis.

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.

Benson clenched his fists, his mind racing with resentment and disbelief. "I won't let this overshadow me," he muttered under his breath. "Not now, not ever." By the time Benson arrived home, his thoughts had morphed into a plan. He couldn’t let their father, Richard Williams, find out about Adrian’s meteoric rise. The old man might reconsider everything his judgment, his legacy, and even the division of wealth and power within the family. Adrian could be welcomed back, and Benson’s own position as the golden child could crumble. Benson poured himself a drink, the amber liquid swirling in the glass as he paced the room. He couldn’t shake the image of Adrian, calm and composed, seated at the

Yaacob furrowed his brow in confusion and asked Sam, who was with him, "What's wrong with that guy?" "Benson? His father was a close friend of mine. Before he passed away three years ago due to illness, he asked me to look after Benson. Mr. Getson, you can rest assured that Benson is a good young man with no ill intentions. When he first took over the family business, he faced malicious slander from competitors because his pricing was too low. Fortunately, it was later revealed that their company's products were indeed the most reasonably priced and of the highest quality in the entire Rhea City. Now, he has built up his business on his own, turning hardships into success," explained Sam.

“He has little problem on his plate that he has time to focus on those minor issues. Contact me, Mr. Benson. ” “Yes boss!” The lady bent her head low and went out to ring his number. Less than three minutes later, she comes out with the phone call connected. “He has little problem on his plate that he has time to focus on those minor issues. Contact me, Mr. Benson. ” “Yes boss!” The lady bent her head low and went out to ring his number. Less than three minutes later, she comes out with the phone call connected. Mr. Benson mumbled up when he did not hear a response from the caller. He was enjoying a bubble bath and manicures when his phone rang.

Benson called the man he sent to search my Dad for weapons. 'He is clean now,' Mr. Morrison replied. Mr. Benson approached my Dad after he handed me over to the man behind him. 'Turn around, Charles,' Mr. Benson said. 'Okay, please don't hurt my son, he is only a boy. He has nothing to do with this, it is me you want and I have surrendered. Please let him go to his mother,' my Dad pleaded as he turned around while still on his knees. Mr. Benson hit the head of his gun at the back of my Dad's head and he fainted. I shouted in shock thinking my Dad was dead, but the man holding me used one of his hands to cover my mouth.

When Benson arrived at the event, he purposefully approached Lord Vedastus and said with a smile on his face, “You look rather dashing today, Lord Vedastus.” Anyone could tell that he was just buttering up Lord Vedastus. Lord Vedastus, on the other hand, was pleased with the compliment and chuckled, “A smooth talker, I see. Okay, if I’m re-elected president, I will work with Rising Sun Real Estate, and we’ll profit together.” “Thank you for your kindness, Lord Vedastus!” With how Benson acted, people would think that Lord Vedastus was his father. Many people looked at Benson with disdain in their eyes, inwardly cursing him for being a bootlicker and expressing their disgust at his behavior.

he grumbles, more as a statement than a question. “Actually, no.” I hop down from my barstool as Brock’s eyes come back to mine, narrowing. “The alpha from there said he’d give me a lift,” I continue, sweeping my unruly hair out of my face with a hand. “Gosh, why can’t I remember his name?” “It’s Reid,” Brent supplies. He’s sitting on the countertop across from the kitchen island, and I look over at him with an appreciative smile. “That’s it,” I say, snapping my fingers. “Thanks.”

⸻ The door opened again. Benson stepped in. Calm. Collected. Dangerous. He didn’t wait to be told to sit. He simply pulled the chair and sat down, folding his hands neatly on the table. That alone told me enough. This man doesn’t react. He calculates. I pressed the recorder. “Mr. Benson,” I began, “you are suspected of being involved in the death of Mr. Patrick, illegal possession of his property, and unauthorized transfer of company funds belonging to him and his brother.”