Barry Benson Bee Novels & Stories

' Louis barked. 'I thought you would grow past living in denial. You're upset because you weren't here to see if for once he would approve of what you're doing here. It's hard to watch you hate someone so much and yet beg for his approval. You really need to get over it.' Bee said 'What are you saying? I'm not nine anymore, Barbara. I defied my father and didn't continue as a lawyer and became a CEO What do I still need his approval for?'

He immediately drove to the main building. Upon arriving at the main building, he went into his office and exhaled a breath of relief when he felt the cool air from the air-conditioning. He pulled out a tissue and wiped away the sweat on his face. Benson almost never left the farmstead. He would show up here every day, missing not even a single day’s work. He was regarded as the hero of Sol County’s two hundred thousand population. Every single person was proud of him. It was Benson’s childhood dream that motivated him to work hard and advance further. His research and profession in farming and agriculture had changed his life and the lives of everyone in Sol over the years, and he had never

But eating in the sunny room wasn’t the same without Alex. “Where did Alex go so early?” I asked Benson. “He went to the association office for a few hours,” Benson replied as he poured me a large glass of juice. “He said he would return by late afternoon. I flashed Benson a smile. “He really is feeling much better.” Benson returned my smile, “Yes. It’s wonderful. He’s getting stronger every day.” After breakfast, I went for a walk through the gardens. I couldn’t stop thinking about the mistakes I made and how I could fix them.

The pressure she put on my plate was hard enough, and this vague answer to our problem wasn't helping. I wanted out of this. I never asked to be a direct descendant. Screw you, Sephrina. Yeah, screw you to hell. (Bryson's POV) I was standing near the railing of our upper veranda to stare at the moon. From the slump of my shoulders, usually held so proud, I was bleeding inside as I missed her. I missed Reagan. "Penny for your thoughts, son?" I didn't have to turn around to know who it was. "Hey, dad," I greeted with a sigh.

Beverly slipped her arm through my arm and wrapped it around my hips. "As usual." I smirked and she looked up at me. Thank God, our backs are the ones that are facing grandma. "I want it too.. can you make it more for me?" Bev smiled. "Yeah sure." I said and she kissed my cheek. "He's the sweetest, isn't he?" Grandma asked her. "The best." Bev turned to her and smiled. She turned to me again and looked at me start to cook. The bacon and the sausages.

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.

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."

Every bar stool was occupied. “Hey, Wendell, two beers in the bottle,” Beverly said as she made the number two with her fingers. “You got it,” the bartender said. “Bev, who dis?” a man on a stool asked. “That’s Bruce. He’s my friend,” Beverly answered. “Damn, man, I can see the muscles through your shirt. What are you? Some sort of body builder or somethin’?” “No. I’m in real estate.” “Oh, like a realtor?”

Bayer explained, "Alright," Mr. Bayer said, and he entered Into the living room where he sat down to watch movies, Frank's mom known as Mrs. Bayer tried her best In taking care of Becky, The following day, Mr. Bayer went to the hospital, and he entered Into the doctor's office, and he asked, "how far have you gone about the DNA test?" Mr. Bayer asked,

It was a pity that there could be nothing between them, he was a magnificent specimen. When he’d opened the door, she’d practically melted into a puddle. He was a bear of a man, the tallest guy she’d ever stood next to, and he was built like a… well, like a brick shit-house, as the saying went. Everyone was tall next to Becky, as she was barely five feet, but Barry Benson was a giant and she had to wonder if he was in proportion. If the bulge in his boxer briefs was any indication, then it would be a big fat yes.