Benson Get Back To Work Novels & Stories

They were badges of a rebellion that now felt dangerously real. She showered quickly, scrubbing at the scent of him and sex, though it seemed embedded in her pores. When she emerged, wrapped in a towel, Tobi was awake. He was sitting up in bed, the sheet pooled around his waist, watching her. His expression was unreadable, a mix of the previous night’s tenderness and a new, grim awareness. “He’s back,” she stated, her voice flat. Tobi nodded slowly. “I’ll go.”

I replied to him. Benson sits up at the edge of the bed. He pulls his pants on and throws his shirt on. “Andie, I actually have to get to work now. I have a gig I have to complete and it has to be done tonight. I’ll text you in a little while.” He begins to walk out of the bedroom and soon I hear the door to the apartment close.

Ally cannot believe what just happened. “What is going on with you?” Ally asks Benson. “He was merely giving my therapy. Am I not allowed to talk to anyone?” Benson gives Ally the same cold hard stare he gave Ronald. He does not answer her at all. He turns and leaves the room. Ally does not see Benson again that day. She does not know where he slept of where he went. The following day at breakfast, Benson acts as though nothing have happened. He simply goes about everything as before. Ally feels the need to talk about what happened but she does not want to upset Benson again.

He looked at Benson and said, "Alright, you go back home and calm down. I will make some calls and we would start digging up whatever we can find. You stay at home...no work for you this week, at least until we make head and tales of the situation. I'd take care of everything." "You better," Benson glared at Luke. "And dig deeper this time. This shit has to stop happening." Benson said and walked out on him. What a way to have the best day of your life ruined in an instant? Benson drove home worried and frantic. He walked in on Alita sitting on a couch sipping wine still in his shirt. He felt a little light-hearted which resulted in a smile, though frail, and his face still showed he was per

Ronan I had to do a lot to finally get Benson to bring my mobile phone here. I couldn’t believe my own housekeeper paid more attention to my old man than to me, his boss. What’s worse, I couldn’t even threaten to fire him. Since Elena left, the had never been the same. Even after giving him so many months off to spend more time with his family, he still returned sulking. I realized there was nothing I could do to make him return to the old Benson I knew.

But eating in the sunny room wasn’t the same without Alex. “Where did Alex go so early?” I asked Benson. “He went to the association office for a few hours,” Benson replied as he poured me a large glass of juice. “He said he would return by late afternoon. I flashed Benson a smile. “He really is feeling much better.” Benson returned my smile, “Yes. It’s wonderful. He’s getting stronger every day.” After breakfast, I went for a walk through the gardens. I couldn’t stop thinking about the mistakes I made and how I could fix them.

He waved it off. “You protected me earlier,” he said. “Just think of this as repayment.” I pressed my lips together. The room fell silent again. Benson moved to sit on the couch, but then he looked at me. “Will you go for training tomorrow?” I blinked, slightly surprised but I nodded. Even if my toes were injured, I didn’t plan to skip. I didn’t want Jude to think I was lazy. Benson stared at me for a moment. Then he sighed. “Just be careful tomorrow,” he said. “Be ready for something extreme.”

Marie said, “Benny, please let me take you to the hospital and get you checked out, okay? You must be exhausted from work. Don’t hurt yourself.” Benson smiled and said softly, “I’m fine, you don’t have to worry about me. Let’s go to the meeting before they get impatient.” *** All the managers of the farmstead were gathered in the meeting room, and there were hundreds of people. The voices instantly came to a stop when Benson walked into the room and everyone looked toward him. Benson made his way to the main seat, sat down, and said, “Everyone, thank you for all your hard work and efforts. However, we have to put in more effort because of what I’m about to announce. This is very important to

"I know who you are. I saw you at the burial ceremony of Boss Jones, but we all know your real role. You were nothing but his personal slut. Since when did you start using his name as your own?" "Ouch, Benson, that stings... a little," I murmured, feigning hurt. "It should," he shot back, his eyes blazing with animosity. He turned to the bouncer, his tone commanding. "Throw her out, and I might consider not firing you." "Throw me out of my own territory? How bold of you, Benson," I scoffed, a smile playing on my lips. "Ma'am, maybe you should leave," the bouncer suggested, his voice barely above a whisper. I couldn't help but burst into laughter at his timidity.

he replied without turning to look at me. "Thank you," I replied with a warm smile, and he asked me, "Anything else?" "Um, how about my payment for the work I did at the pack’s farm? It’s not up to a month, and I do not know if I will be paid. Will I still be going there to work?" I asked Alpha Benson, and it seemed the air around us shifted to cold. Or maybe someone turned on the air conditioning, as I felt goosebumps all over my skin and a chill down my spine just as Alpha Benson’s gaze fell on me.