Benedict Bridgerton X Reader Novels & Stories

Is that how everybody saw it? "I'm surprised that he is enjoying his honeymoon without you, but no matter. Knowing him, he must be having a great time with one of his many admirers," Samantha continued and I could tell that she enjoyed every word that left her filthy mouth. "How dare-" Bridgette began but I rose my hand to silence her and she obeyed. "Does Benjamin know that you are here?" I asked and ignored the surprised looks on their faces for dropping his titles. "He told me that he doesn't want any concubines and I fear that he may not take your presence nicely."

Benedict froze for a moment. Then he held Tessa tighter, lowering his head to kiss her. As their kiss deepened, his voice came out rough and hoarse. "Jareth isn't dead… He's back! "Come with me to Brindley. Right now. Immediately. We'll take the private jet." Benedict was so overwhelmed with excitement that he didn't notice anything unusual about the woman in his arms. He was ecstatic, desperate to release the feverish energy surging through him.

I said, my voice crisp, calm, and completely grounded. A sharp, delighted chuckle echoed through the line, and I could practically hear the effortless, rogue-ish Benedict Bridgerton smirk on the other end. "Ruby! The new Mrs. Ray herself. To what do I owe the honor? I must say, your grand exit from Éze yesterday was pure art. The New York circles are practically choking on their morning coffee trying to figure out how Victoria ended up wearing her own lunch." "She got exactly what she deserved," I replied, a small smile tugging at my lips at his easy banter. "But I didn't call to gossip about vintage tweed, James. I need your help with something. And it requires your absolute discretion."

"Whatever this is, I don't think I want to read it without someone else in the room who actually loves me for reasons that have nothing to do with money or shares or any of this." I stood close enough to feel the small tremor running through her, close enough to catch her if whatever was written on that page pulled the ground out from under her the way so much already had tonight. "Whatever it says," I told her, "you're not reading it alone. Not tonight, not any night after this one either." "Open it," I said quietly, though some old, cautious instinct in me already dreaded whatever waited folded inside that fragile paper. Elena's fingers hesitated over the wax seal, the bakery around us gon

I did not have that chance since Barbara was out of the state before anything happened between us. If any. I felt blood rushing to my ear before I was stammering in my answer. “You know the deal, right? No sex until we found the ONE,” he reminded me. I opened my mouth before I closed it again. I just let him think that then. “What if the gods bring doom upon us, Brad? And Cam and Dylan. And me! I just found my bride,” he hissed at me. I turned to look at him before I wanted to say something.

Hunter requited, taking large steps towards her until he was close enough to touch. Brooklyn shook her head. “I didn’t die, my mother did. And when her medical bills came quick, Vincent was there to take care of them. I’m going to be replaying him by marrying him.” “Surely you can pay him back some other way.” Brooklyn shook her head. “I’ve tried. I’m sorry, Hunter, but I’m simply off-limits. I’m practically already his.” “Brooklyn,” Landon muttered as if he was in pain. “I need to have you in my life.”

I replied and left the place. I had no plan to hear anything more. I was tired and traumatised. I was acting harsh like this because I didn’t know what I had to do. I did nothing apart from sit and stare. ------------------- In the afternoon, we had a visitor. She was an elderly woman and one of the maids led her into my room. I wondered who she was. “I am Bridget and I will be your therapist for now. It is not nice to meet you at all, Anna,” she told me sharply. She found a seat for herself on my bed. Her introduction alone was a turnoff but it caught my attention.

She lays back on the bed, her body positioned as commanded, offering herself completely to Tristan's will. Her heart pounds in her chest as she waits, her anticipation building with each passing second. The weight of his gaze and the seductive tone of his voice intertwine, creating an irresistible force that compels her to obey. Tristan, still seated on the sofa, savors the moment, his eyes drinking in the sight before him. With a slow, deliberate motion, he lifts his glass, taking a sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving Elizabeth's form. The anticipation thickens, wrapping around them like a delicate web of desire.

The marriage— our relationship is harder than what I had imagined it to be. I watched as he dipped his hand into his pocket and bring out his credit card. "You might need to get anything. Change decorations. Use this, it's unlimited. And I've instructed Romeo to move your stuffs to my room. It's more spacious. That way I can see more of you." He concluded. I scoffed. See more of me? "The room I am in is fine" I walked up him and picked the card ignoring that he just asked me to move into his room. Well technically he didn't ask it was more like an order. I appreciate his thoughtfulness. I could go shopping to keep myself busy.

Crystal still looked at her target without taking her eyes off, she watched the whole process of the waiter giving it to him, and him receiving it and opening the piece of paper. But before she could meet his eyes, an unwanted person blocked her view. Crystal, slowly looked up at the person that blocked her view and the faint smile that was on her face was nowhere to be found again, "Weren't you supposed to come up to me as soon as you arrived here?" The so-called fiancee of hers walked over as Crystal sighed. "Can you at least move out of my way... You are blocking my view." She glared at him and tried to look over his shoulder but he blocked her yet again.