Benjamin Button Book Novels & Stories

I have every intention of making negotiations fast and painless. And then I can go home and see Zandra. Benjamin is anything but discrete, but I knew that the second I laid eyes on him. Where I instruct my brothers to dress modestly to avoid detection, Benjamin doesn’t subscribe to the same line of thinking. Everything about him screams the stereotypical image of a gangster you’d see in the movies or on TV. Several thick chains around his stubby neck, gaudy bejeweled rings on his sausage fingers, and even though it’s close to midnight, he’s wearing a pair of sunglasses.

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When we got inside, there were still a lot of people but not as many as the roaring people down the street. "Miss, Santelli. You're here," the female wearing the cheapest sheath dress said, her frizzy hair blocking my view. I raised my mental eyebrow when I heard her implied 'you're late' greeting. Playing along I said, "Yes. I'm very sorry. The afternoon traffic was a nightmare." "That's no problem, Miss Santelli. Right this way." She led me to a long table with a chair in the middle and millions of Times Magazine copies stacked nearby. I smiled and gave a slight wave at the people inside the library and took my seat on the chair.

"He watches for us." "Yes," I said. "He does." We walked the last hundred metres. The nursery door opened before we reached it and Benjamin came out in his coat with one button done up wrong and something in each hand that he had decided was important enough to carry home. He saw us and his face did the thing that never got smaller no matter how many times I saw it. He ran. And we went to meet him.

A door at the rear led to what looked like a private suite, complete with a king-sized bed and an en-suite bathroom. A small library nook was stocked with leather-bound books and a state-of-the-art entertainment system. Ben really loved his books. Ben's wealth was staggering, and I couldn't help but wonder what other secrets he kept hidden behind his polished facade. "Comfortable?" Ben asked, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. I nodded, feeling a mix of emotions: awe, unease, and a growing sense of dependence on this enigmatic man. As the stewardess returned with our drinks, I raised my glass, the champagne bubbling like my thoughts. "To Tokyo," I said, my voice barely above a w

Much like he'd looked as he had stood on Carrie's porch watching the clouds slowly travel across the sky while calmly sipping his coffee despite the chaos going on around him. Ben returned carrying a load of books in his arms. He heaved the heavy books onto the table before me. I looked down and was surprised at what I saw there. I didn’t know what I had expected. With all that had happened, I had envisioned fantasies of witchcraft, vampirism, mutants, and numerous other explanations involving mythological figures but this I hadn’t anticipated. At the very top of the considerable pile of books lay the King James Bible. “Just the tip of the iceberg, baby.” Richard said as he looked at me and

He was so busy checking the size and design that he didn't notice Benjamin's mood. "Uhmm i guess it's okay. People these days don't feel comfortable to wear a couple things". Benjamin said, trying to sound okay, but inside, he was burning. So now Noah had to show off that he was in a relationship. Fuck. "Owh. Is that so". Benjamin instantly regretted it when he saw Noah sad and down. Maybe he really wanted to buy it. Cursing himself, he turned to Noah. "But it's beautiful. I think you should buy these". He said and he saw Noah's face lit up instantly.

Delbert was amused. Ben forced a smile and shook his head, "No, no, I don't want to." Delbert seemed to notice the inconvenient presence of Ben as well. He calmly unbuttoned his suit jacket and sat down on the sofa with his legs crossed, lazy yet imperious. His black suit pants and white shirt with two buttons undone revealed his delicate collarbone. He was like a noble from the end of an ancient era, cold and distinguished. "Ben, you really should go now!"

"I had always thought I was the only one you intend to always make feel miserable. But I never knew it's actually an intended purpose. What were you wearing to make her think you are gay?" Benjamin shrugged nonchalantly. “I had this tight fitted Jean and body-con top. I was testing out the clothes a company asked me to model for them. It's meant for gays who intend to feel comfortable in men like clothes and at the same time not hide who they are. I guess they did well then, so I would be censoring it." Christopher cheered at him. “You are something Ben." He laughed loudly. “Now, back to you. Did you indulge in any office work today, cause you are here a bit too early?"

Cheryl paused, neither advancing nor retreating. She spoke first, her expression hardening, and her voice sharp as she questioned, "What exactly are you trying to do, Benjamin?" Benjamin stopped just two steps away, the sleeves of his black shirt rolled up to his forearms. Instead of answering her directly, his gaze lingered on her tightly pressed lips. In a calm, almost matter-of-fact tone, as if he were stating something mundane, he said, "Picking you up after work."