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"Just a problem; how to take him?" Adaline's eyes widened. "Yes, where is he?" "Here," said Ben in a smug voice; the three Hardys stopped from poring over the Adaline collection of books on the shelves to see what was going on. "Here? You mean you guys came to ask me to predict where Markus is right now?" "Not really, Madam," said Ben emphatically. Rain was a little surprised to see the change in Benjamin's attitude toward Adaline. Slowly and slightly by little, Benjamin's character, which Rain never recognized, begins to unfold. Rain didn't expect to find a man like that—a bit of a tease.

Dean's voice trembled with a mix of fear and disbelief. Benjamin let out a cold chuckle, his face drawing close to the side of Dean's neck. He took a deep breath as if savoring some sweet, intoxicating scent. "Of course I recognize you," he murmured, "Your scent, it's something I'll never forget in my life." A wave of nausea churned in Dean's stomach; the revulsion so strong he felt as though he might vomit. "Let go of me!" Dean nearly screamed, his struggles intensifying, but it only made Benjamin's smile grow bigger.

Madam Nolan raised her eyebrows and said, "Let him in. He is just in time for lunch." The maid nodded and brought Benjamin in. Benjamin looked shabby. Though his clothes were not old, they were wrinkled. His hair was also a mess. His appearance made him look very pitiful. The moment he saw his mother, he approached her and exclaimed, "Mother, you are finally back!" Melody snorted inwardly. Although Benjamin had gone bankrupt, he should not be in such a miserable state. The jewelry and luxury handbags he robbed from his wife, his daughter and Melody should be more than enough to let him live a lavish lifestyle.

Benjamin asked. Griffith fell silent. Benjamin straightened up and continued, "I came here today with no other intention but to inform you that I like Charlotte. If you're getting a divorce, please notify me in advance, considering I’m your nephew." With that, Benjamin slightly turned his face and caught a glimpse of Griffith. "She's in Portchester City right now. Conveniently, I'll be returning there this afternoon," Benjamin said. In contrast to Simon's direct provocation, this calm conversation was even more infuriating. A dark shadow cast over Griffith's face as he stood with his back to the sunlight. His eyes radiated a chilling coldness that sent shivers down the spine.

Rebellion tasted delicious. Benjamin emerged late afternoon, looking drained. The sharp suit couldn’t hide the shadows under his eyes. He didn’t head for the exit. He walked straight to my pod. "Ready?" "For what? More thrilling paperwork?" "Home." He said it like it was something personal, like the only safe place left. The drive back to the penthouse was silent. Tense. Benjamin stared out the window, lost in a maze of corporate intrigue and murder plots. I stared at the back of the driver’s head, wondering if he had access to the brakes.

I asked distractedly. "Mr. Linden-Hawthorne, of course." It took a while for Benjamin's next text to come, but when I did, it set me on fire. Benjamin: I'll put my money where my mouth is any day of the week. But first, I'll put my mouth on you. I want to know how your cunt tastes. I bet it's as sweet as your mouth, isn't it? I've been fantasizing about you nonstop. You're the one I see when I stroke my cock every morning in the shower. Wanna bet I can't fuck you senseless?

A DEAL WITH THE BILLIONAIRE (A Contract Marriage) EPISODE HUNDRED AND ONE THEME: Benjamin’s Plans CONNECTICUT, UNITED STATE OF AMERICA Benjamin stormed out of the house in annoyance. He was burning up inside so bad. When he tried checking on Christopher again he had the door locked. He knew Christopher was at a cross road with his feelings. He still hadn't gotten over Jessica despite being in love with Raven.

We need to know what is going on so that we can get an end to this and the best way to do that is to find out why Benjamin rejected Claudia. Benjamin’s face slowly morphs from the stoic expression of a warrior to that of a young, scared wolf. His face falls into his hands and he takes several deep, shuddering breaths. When he looks up, his eyes are red-rimmed and moist. “What’s going on, Benjamin?” I ask. “I can’t put her through it. I wish that I’d never met her.” A lone tear courses down his cheeks. “What? What can’t you put her through?” Liam asks.

"Though, not uneducated. What he learns, he reads in books, the likes of which you have seen." "Why not use the KLP?" Avera asked, trying not to come off as being impolite. "I'm afraid I would have lost myself in my studies," Benjamin told her, seemingly amused, "but the books do me dandily." "Hm. Yes," Dorthy said, her eyes on Benjamin. "As for the raids," she continued, her eyes returning to Avera with shadows of consideration, "it was the crescendo of a lost piece of history."

If there's one thing he is sure about Beatrice is that she would never want herself to be in debt with anyone and when she finds out, he cleared her rent she'd do anything to out of being in debt with him and that's where he'll come into her skin. 'I honestly can't wait for tomorrow,' He thought to himself as he gave a slight chuckle and jumped on his bed. Ben laid on his back staring at the ceiling in his room, he smirked and then clapped his hands. Suddenly, the LED lights came on, and the ceiling showed different shades of color and slow sensual music began to play in his room. Ben hummed along with the song, then he decided to text Beatrice, He turned on his side and grabbed his phone fr