Benjamin Cheever Novels & Stories

--- While Colza and Benjamin talking like kids inside Colza's office, Zaykee attacked Benjamin's back, but Benjamin moved his body in sideways and used his right palm to block it as if it was a piece of cake for him. "Who is this kid, Colza?" Benjamin asked while staring at Zaykee. After Zaykee's foot landed on the floor, he used his other foot to strike Benjamin's right cheek, but Benjamin crouches and gets his last foot standing on the floor then lifted it, so Zaykee's world is upside down now. "Hays," Zaykee rolled his eyes while his head is still lying in the air while his foot in the top was held by Benjamin. "He is Zaykee, the alpha user," Colza answered.

“Mr. Summers, I’ve already prepared the contract and this battle hound farm has been renovated according to your instructions.” This man was Max Cheever, the owner of this farm. He was a famous professional dog breeder in Riverdale Province, known for breeding fierce hounds. As a result, many of the champion dogs in dog-fighting arenas within Riverdale Province, perhaps even the whole southern region, were bred by Max.

The silver Mercedes pulling up behind Harvey's Maybach signaled that its passengers were also attending the Technology Creation and Sharing Summit's welcome banquet. The first person to step out was Benjamin, the heir of the Jones family. Dressed in an all-white suit, he sported a slicked-back undercut, his dark hair neatly styled on top. His skin was smooth, his expression perpetually unimpressed, as if nothing in the world could bother him. Dark circles framed his half-lidded eyes, giving him a permanently sleep-deprived look. A black stud earring glinted in one ear, and a matching black ring pierced his lower lip.

She'd tried one in high school but hadn't quite acquired the taste for the bitter brew. "It's not gonna bite you, baby." He grinned before tipping his bottle to his head. "Come on, champ. Let's go show you how the game is played." "Okay, but be patient with me, remember I've never played before." He was pretty sure her reticence stemmed from some past deal with the asshole, but he let it slide. Tonight couldn't end soon enough.

The two of them rolled in the grass until Cheyenne ended up on top, pinning him in a ridiculous but very effective submission hold. “Banana hammock! Pineapple salsa! Waffle iron! What’s the safe word?!” Ben hollered. Chelsea cackled, nearly dropping her plate of desserts. “It was sparkle demon, remember? But don’t tell him!” “I hate all of you!” Ben called out dramatically from his twisted-up position in the grass. “Love you too, Benny boy,” Gunner called lazily, raising a toast in his direction. Cheyenne finally released him, standing up and brushing herself off like a victorious gladiator. Ben groaned and flopped back into the grass with a dazed smile.

“Here’s another question from @MiraClassics: Aren’t you one of Devin Mávros’ flings?” Evan choked on his beer. “What the fuck?” “Is this Devin, the one from Mávros enterprises?” Kandra looked behind the camera and another message popped on the screen from ‘@MiraClassics: yes. That hot bachelor.’ “Were you? I mean, that guy is one of the most sought out bachelors in New York if not in the entire world.”

Over this period of time, he had extended contact with the Miller family, and he had now become fond of smiling. “Do I have something on my face?” Benjamin frowned. “Even if there is, it wouldn’t ruin your beauty.” Aaron purposely teased Benjamin. Benjamin was a doctor, and he also did not like being exposed to the sun. That was why his skin was fair. If someone said he looked good, it wouldn’t be a lie. The Miller family's genes were excellent from the start. “Get lost!” Benjamin frowned. Nevertheless, he still took the milk tea and drank it. “Is Adrian okay already?”

I cleared my throat loudly. "Oh, I'm sorry. Jevan this is Ben. Ben, this is Jevan," Adobi introduced which was of a poor taste coming from her. Something wasn't right. "Hi, I'm Benjamin but everyone calls me Ben," Ben said, reaching out his hand. I shook it. Ben was an inch shorter than I was but his body-built made him look powerful. I could tell he work out. His complexion and skin reminded me of when I used to melt dark chocolate when I was a teen.

Sunlight fell on Benjamin's slightly raised jawline, and even the shadow on his profile exuded a masculine beauty. Cheryl should've quietly backed away, but her feet felt like they had been nailed to the ground. Benjamin must've sensed something, because he suddenly turned in her direction. The moment their eyes met, she could clearly see the shift in his expression—from confusion to realization. In one fluid motion, he dismounted and handed the reins to the man next to him, Bradley Zimmerman. Bradley arched an eyebrow at him and chuckled. "Isn't that your assistant? Oh, wait—former assistant. She jumped ship, right?"

As Benjamin saw Dr. Cheryl and Alex enjoying their dinner, he looked at Alex with fiery eyes. The main reason Benjamin had organized this reunion gathering was to pursue Cheryl. He couldn’t bear to watch Dr. Cheryl and Alex enjoying their sweet moments over dinner. Bootlickers of Benjamin noticed his anger. Then, they turned and looked at Dr. Cheryl and Alex. Britney said, "Hey, your name is Alex, right? Have you never tasted such delicious food before? Do you usually eat lunch at the construction site? What is your occupation?"