Benedict Bridgerton X Reader Novels & Stories

“Under the period of six months — the full term you’re bound by — you are not to have any lover, fling, or casual interest of any sort.” His eyes drifted deliberately to her phone and then back to her face. “No romantic attachments. No emotional entanglements. No late-night calls that…” He smirked again, eyes flicking over her flushed cheeks. “Sound like that.” Lena’s mouth parted, disbelief washing over her like a cold wave. “You… you put that in the contract?” He raised a brow. “Clara did.” “But you vetted it though. How could you do this?” “The main question is why didn't you read it?” He said teasingly.

"She's with me. Her cousin invited us." "Ah, the bartender." Tony massaged his hand unconsciously. "So, you really are with him. You choose him over me." "That's what I said to her." Carla reported in her whiny annoying tone. "I said she's at loss for choosing the bartender and letting a great man like you go, you're just got promoted to become a director in National Bank, right?" Tony nodded, then she continued. "And then she said I can have you, I don't know what that's supposed to mean."

Ben answered dryly. “He wasn't,” Beatrice shot annoyingly at him. “I don't care if he wasn't,” Ben said, moving closer to her, while Beatrice batted her eyelashes at him curiously. Ben stopped when they were inches apart from each other and stretched his right hand and touched the sliver heart-shaped pendant on Beatrice's cleavage, taking it in between his two fingers and staring down at her, gazing intensely into her gray eyes. “I don't want to see you with him,” He uttered in a deadly serious voice as a warning.

It never did. “I hope you’re not overworking yourself,” she said, stepping into my path with the soft precision of a lioness blocking a gazelle. “Brides can get… fragile before the big day.” I returned her smile with the same politeness. “I’m doing fine.” “I’m glad to hear it. You looked a bit pale in that Page Six photo yesterday.” I blinked. “You read Page Six now?” “Oh, darling.” She tilted her head. “Everyone reads Page Six when it’s about you.”

I leaned back, resting my head against the chair's headrest, a smirk playing on my lips. Bella had dressed to allure and seduce me, a fact that both thrilled and frustrated me. She had warned me never to dress like this, especially with that red lipstick—it always made her look delicious. My blood rushed, desire coursing through me as I watched her walk, feeling an insatiable hunger for her.

"Gillian Bridgerton. I need to know about him. As soon as possible." "Why?" Max flipped to random pages and read it the first sentences. His eyes widen when he realizes that it is an erotic romance book. "Oh. My. OH! MY! YOU READ THIS BOOK?!" Cecilia narrowed her brows, confused. Wondering why this man lost his cool, "It is Mary. Not me. I don't like this kind of books." He was tongue-tied before clear his throat, "Ah, I see. I thought so! You are too young to read this kind of book! If your father knows about this, he can get a heart attack!"

I couldn't help but plead. I arched my eyebrows and let out a deep sigh. I could see the malice in his eyes. However, I just swallowed spit and looked at him. I was only an Omega and I had no choice but to comply with his demands. I didn't know Bennet or what was going through his head, but when he stared at me, something seemed to stir inside him. On the other hand, I looked into his eyes and got lost in them. I had never noticed how perfect Bennet was. His eyelashes were long, but low. His lips had a perfect cupid's bow and his gaze was intense and strangely seductive.