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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?

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!"

Rachel had not replied much then, but the words stayed with her longer than she expected. When she finally got up, she moved around the house quietly. Benjamín was already awake in the living room. He was sitting more comfortably now than before, his body showing clear signs of recovery, even though he was still not fully strong. “Good morning, Miss” Benjamin said lightly. “Huh?” Rachel smirked “Problem?” He asked “No, sir. Thank you. Good morning.” She gave the sarcastic remark. “I think I love being jobless because I can't imagine the stress of going to work every morning.” He said

He was sitting on the other side of the king sized bed,opposite the first guy who spoke. 'See,I'm learning to read through his thought. I got what he said in his mind.' Ben said telepathically to the guy who sat on the reading table. He was reading a book. He scoffed at what Benjamin just said. 'Yeah right. He only allowed you to read through it. It's not like you can do it as you want.' The guy reading the book said. Another guy stayed at the far end of the room. He was watching the news. Right there in the television, people were running helter skelter. Houses were being burnt at the background of the newscaster.

Benjamin simply grabbed the papers, his eyes cutting across the room to lock onto mine. "Get up, Jane," Benjamin whispered. "The soft life is officially dead. It's time to run."

Benjamin ignored everyone else. His body was burning with fever, but his sharp gaze was locked onto Grace. He tossed a packet of powder—given to him by the girl—onto both Grace and Nathan. Grace was about to curse him out, but then she suddenly felt… better? She looked at Benjamin suspiciously. Benjamin, following the girl’s instructions, spoke coldly. “This is half of the antidote. You’ll get the other half only if you answer my questions. Answer wrong, and in two hours, not even the gods can save your son.”

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.

Benjamin's voice came from beside me, a teasing lilt to the husky baritone. Tilting my head to the side, I saw him crouched beside my seat, his hand on mine, with a smile on his impeccable face. It was then I realized that Leah could see us being all lovey-dovey and hate me even more. “She is outside. Don't worry about her,” Benjamin replied, as though he could read my mind. Perhaps, being in love with someone made one a mind-reader. However, for some inexplicable reasons, I could never read his own mind.

Benjamin wasn’t the easiest person to talk to today, and if we wanted him to consider our proposal, we’d need a perfect balance of diplomacy and, well, a little luck. As we approached the fountain where he was standing, gazing at the rippling water, I knew he’d already sensed our presence. Benjamin turned, his expression guarded, hands tucked casually into his coat pockets. He looked at us with an arched brow, clearly unimpressed. “Well, well,” he said, his voice laced with skepticism. “Here we are again. What is it this time? Another one of your brilliant ideas that’ll make my life more complicated or you have decided that I do not deserve to see the next day for daring to talk to your mate

Aaron Riverwood As I left the office, I couldn’t get over Aaron’s words. They kept playing repeatedly in my mind. Benjamin was the only man I trusted with all of my secrets. He was always so sweet and nice. A complete opposite of the devil disguised in the skin of Adonis. ‘Benjamin is a liar.’