Ben Gross Never Have I Ever Novels & Stories

I am Samantha Perez. I have big dreams for my parents. I want to be rich, so I applied and started working at a casino in Makati. That’s where I met the man who would steal my heart—and eventually break it. His name is Gabriel Bustamante, son of a wealthy billionaire. Handsome, strong, and a bit of a bad boy—he loved casinos. I’ve always been picky with men and never allowed myself to be fooled… but somehow, he was the only one I ever fell for.

When I stopped arguing with him, he praised me for being reasonable. As if everything was moving at his pace. He had no idea I'd already walked out of the circle he'd drawn around me. I didn't love him anymore. I didn't need him. To me, he was nothing more than a stranger. "Hey, do you want to see him losing it? He looks even more ridiculous than a circus clown." I was about to say no, but Anna had already sent the video. I opened the video and there was Theo, thrashing around, swiping his claws through the air.

The harmony between Justine, Robert, and Megan only made his presence feel more out of place. He cleared his throat. "Gavin's been missing you. So… I figured I'd bring him to see you." It was a convenient excuse. But if Noah hadn't mentioned her, Justine doubted Gavin would have even asked about her. She kept her expression cold. "Well, he's seen me now." Sensing the tension, Gavin quickly spoke up to defend Noah. "Dad already punished that awful woman who tried to turn us against each other!" Only after being re-educated at the academy did he realize how disgusting Hazel truly was. He deeply regretted ever trusting her.

Guilia’s POV “Get out my way,” I snapped at Enzo. He was the last person I wanted to see right now and he was blocking me from Benny. What was he even doing here? This was an elite event. How had he scored an invitation? “Not so fast,” he said, gripping my arm. “I want to talk to you.” “As I recall,” I quipped. “Talking was never your strong suite.”

I am boring and not fun to be with. I heard Scott snorted. Like he just remembers something funny that’s all for himself to feast. I ignore him and just peeled the band-aid before reaching for his chin. I gently move his head for me to see the side of his cheek where the cut is perfectly sitting. “How did you get this flirty? When we were in high school, I never see you dating a girl. That it got me to a one-sided conclusion that you are into the same sex.” I bluntly confessed.

I moaned as you felt him push inside me, filling you up. "Ah !" I gasped and tried to close my legs. "Don't fight it," he whispered, his movements slow and deliberate. "It's weird; I have never done this before." " You've never had oral before?" Logan asked, his eyebrows furrowing in surprise. I shook my head, feeling a mix of nerves and embarrassment. "No, never," I admitted. "Then let me show you how good it can be," Logan said, grinning.

He gave Ben the microphone, and then he stood next to his father. Everyone was dumbfounded, Mrs Grace Anthony was despicable. Ben looked at Miss Bongiwe and said, “Is it true Miss Bongiwe?” Everyone looked at Bongiwe. “Grace chose not to work because the allowance that she was receiving from Mr Anthony was more than enough. Everything she said in the video clip was a lie, I’m so disappointed.” The reporters were stunned when they heard Bongiwe’s words. Mr Anthony looked at the reporters and asked, “Do you have any questions?” The reporters looked at each other. Ben thanked Mr Anthony for his time, and then they left.

When he finally spoke, his voice was calm. “You should have told us.” There was no anger in it. Only sadness. “When you found out.” “You should have told us then.” Lena lowered her eyes. “I know.” “We’re your parents.” He paused, searching carefully for words that had never come easily to him. “Whatever happens…” His voice softened. “…you don’t carry it alone.” “That isn’t what we’re here for.” Lena looked up. For perhaps the first time that night, she saw beyond the composed man her father had always tried to be.