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"Mr. Sinclair, I don't want to leave. I want to stay by Isabella's side…" "Listen to me," James said evenly. "You know the Sinclairs' status in Eastmere. I don't think you're worthy of Isabella. Take this money and start a business. If you can one day stand as my equal, I won't interfere in your relationship with her." With that, he left. Benjamin had no choice. That same day, he was urgently transferred to the capital. The universe's musings were unpredictable. After recovering in the capital, Benjamin sank into decadence and drowned his sorrows in alcohol each day. With 1,500,000 dollars at his disposal, he had no need to worry about survival.

So, she quickly processed it for me. The next second, I received a private, provoking message from Chelsea. In the photo, Benjamin, who had always been afraid of heights, was at an amusement park, riding a roller coaster with her and Sadie. She wrote, "Only smart people know when to back down." No wonder Benjamin claimed to be busy. That was why he didn't even bother asking and just agreed so quickly. He was busy accompanying his new family. I sneered and replied, "I can't help if someone loves picking up trash. In that case, I'll leave it to them."

The three of them wondered at once looking at Benjamin who was smoking. "Read the letter!" Benjamin ordered. They had read what was written on the paper and were shocked when they found out what was said. "How—sh*t!"

He was sure it was her brother. Ben was about to say something when the telephone rang and Cameron picked up the telephone. She was talking to someone on the phone when Ben got up from his seat and moved towards the shelves looking around at the books. He didn't find anything interesting. Ben wasn't the book freak. He found romance books nauseated and annoyed him. The sappy love stories in books that made people think love was so sweet and perfect. It all starts with a prince charming and then with a perfect girl who will love him and all.

More like the recognition of something that had been becoming true for a while and had just been named. "Then we arrange a visit," I said. "You, me, Benjamin. Neutral ground. Short. No expectation of anything after." "Yes." He exhaled. "Yes. That." We sat outside until the sea disappeared entirely into the dark and only the sound of it remained. Benjamin slept inside in the small room we had made his for two weeks, his travel collection of stones arranged on the windowsill in whatever order made sense to him. In the morning he woke early and came to find us and climbed between us in the bed the way he had started doing on weekend mornings at home and lay there looking at the ceiling with the

I take an envelope out of my purse and push it forward to the person on my left. "Could you please read this Mr Benjamin?" I said as he nodded. Picking up the envelope, opening it and bringing out a piece of paper. The moment his mouth drops I smiled. "Mr Benjamin." I called as his eyes trailed down to me. "Would you gladly spill the contents of the document you read just now?" I said as all eyes stared down at Benjamin as he looked hesitant. "Of..of course Miss Jillian." He stuttered. Flagging the documents to his colleagues.

Goodbye Ben. Jenny *********************** Ben finished reading Jenny's message. He was stunned and wanted to be angry. His cock, however, didn't feel any of those emotions. It was hard as a rock. Ben grabbed the framed picture of Jenny's innocent face smiling at him and laid it flat on the desk. He pulled out his cock. Two minutes later he splattered her face with a huge load of cum. After satisfying the demands of his cock, Ben was able to concentrate on how to respond to Jenny's letter. He decided revenge would be the best medicine. He sat down at the computer to type.

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

Then, with a teasing lilt, he added, “But if you get there safely, make sure to send me a detailed report on how you avoided all disasters along the way.” “Goodbye, Ryan,” I said, still chuckling as I ended the call before he could drag me into another ridiculous scenario. The next minute, another number flashed on my screen—a familiar one. Benjamin. My stomach twisted as I answered. “Hello?” “Olivia. It’s me, Benjamin.” “Oh, Ben. How’re you doing?” I asked, surprised to hear from him. “Well, knowing you’re doing well and that I’m following you to the Trench Bar makes me feel fine.”

Ben doesn’t resist me as we make our way to my car. Once inside, the first thing I do is check the success of my ongoing web novel. The number of readers pacifies my mind and pours cold water upon my blazing heart. I check my email inbox and then open I*******m to scroll through any new messages. Ben plays games on his iPod with headphones inserted in his ears. His mood has significantly changed since this morning. Promising myself to treat him with snacks later, I check through my message requests. A new message is there with an invitation card: High School Reunion of Class of 1996