Benjamin Button Book 소설 & 이야기

Somewhere in the city—several stories above, in a steel and glass building—Julian Blackwood lay in his dark, sleek bedroom, staring at the book she had given him. He'd never intended to keep it. When Lena Carter had offered it to him—those gentle words, that thoughtful crease between her eyebrows—he'd intended to refuse. But something in her eyes had taken away his intention. It was neither flirting nor pretense. It was genuine. Silent. Generous. He hated kindness. It broke things open. Julian gazed down at the book. The cover was unadorned, the title in gold print: *A Man Called Ove*. He remembered Lena's words:

Then I saw it. A small store tucked between two others, its windows tinted dark. The sign above the door was simple, just a stylish name in black letters, but the display in the window gave it away immediately. Mannequins in delicate lace lingerie. A few tasteful toys arranged on shelves. Handcuffs that looked more like jewelry than something serious. Intimate things. My stomach did a little flip. I slowed down without thinking. Then, before I could talk myself out of it, I reached over and took Zade’s hand. His fingers curled around mine automatically.

I grabbed it to find a text from Kristy. Kristy: I know I shouldn’t but if you choose not to do anything this time, I’ll focus on my work. Followed by a video. Benjamin walked into the firm, strolling in as usual but when he got to my office his calm facade faded. He searched every corner. I couldn’t tell what he was looking for but with his previous actions, I had a rough guess. He found my safe and stood there staring at the buttons. He inputted a few digits but that didn’t unlock the safe. He smacked the safe after a third try with no luck. He took out his phone and sent a text.

Just before I reach for the handle of the drawer to pull out some new clothes, my gaze catches the reflection of a necklace on the table. It is silver. How odd that Ben would have a silver necklace when we can't even touch it. I have never tried to touch it, but Ben uses it as a torture method for a reason, and I would rather not test the waters. Finding a grey blouse and black pants, I make sure to dry my hair as much as possible before putting it up in a bun to leave. In a last-minute decision, I stuffed the leather book in my bag before leaving the room.

One button, two buttons… Just as things were getting hot and steamy, someone suddenly knocked on the door. Nancy immediately jumped up and buttoned her shirt. "Who is it?" "It's me, Nancy. Are you free?" 'Benjamin?' Nancy quickly tidied her hair. Yaacob did not need to tidy anything at all. His clothes were completely fine, and not a single strand of his hair was tousled. He was usually like that. Sometimes, when they were intimate, he would leave Nancy a complete mess, but he would still be perfectly tidy. He just needed to pull up his zipper.

I shook my head slightly, at home I could wear anything to sleep, but now I felt like I needed to change into something else for the night. A soft knock sounded on the connecting door. My pulse jumped. "Come in?" Benjamin entered. He’d changed too – into dark lounge pants and a simple black t-shirt that did absolutely nothing to hide the sculpted planes of his chest and shoulders. He looked less like a CEO and more like… Levi. The version who fixed leaky taps and burnt toast. It was disorienting. Dangerous.

The car pulled into the yard, making me uneasy as I waited on the porch. I had promised to meet Benjamin tomorrow, and he had agreed. Yet now he showed up without warning. I couldn’t understand the way this man’s mind worked. He looked too much like Alexei, and just like Alexei, he was completely unpredictable. It felt as though Benjamin always thought several steps ahead of everyone else. When Benjamin stepped out of the car, my breath caught. Dressed in a casual collared shirt with a gray jacket, he walked toward me with confident strides. A faint smile curved his lips. It was a polite smile, yet there was an unmistakable flash of arrogance behind it.

She loosened the next button then the next. A light dusting of dark hair marched across his chest. Too eager to see him she didn't explore. She kept going until the front of his shirt parted. Benjamin took over then, shrugging out of it and laying the button down across the foot of her bed. Holy...

As I was walking back to my bunk I stopped at the foot of Ben’s new bed and I could smell his aftershave, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. I couldn’t figure out what it actually smelt like. It was really strange. When I heard everyone else coming towards the bunk house I sat on my bed and grabbed a book out and started reading it. “What’s that?” Ben asked, sitting on his bed. “It’s just an old book. I don’t even know where I got it from. I’ve just always had it.” I explained. So he leaned over and looked at the title. “Interview with a Vampire. That’s an interesting story for a Hunter to read.” He said.

Taylor teased. Ben's eyes moved down to her tits. Tiffany returned with the camera, then went to her room and came back with her purple book. When Ben saw the book, he felt his arousal level increase. That purple book meant exciting, forbidden pleasures were surely in store. He adjusted his growing cock, curious about what his mom had in mind.