F Scott Fitzgerald Benjamin Button Novels & Stories

Tell me all about it, please. - After the movie is over, sweetheart. He pulled me close to his body. Ben was the kind of person that being a friend was a privilege: caring, smart, and faithful. He was thin, had long hair, which he usually used for creative and original hairstyles. His eyes were clear and his skin was porcelain-like, which he shaved daily and used as much cream as he could manage throughout the day.

She couldn’t help teasing. “Absolutely not love!” Wendy said quickly. “I just wanted an easier summer.” She didn’t bother explaining that Benjamin’s weird obsession with chubby girls had driven her to slim down—she wanted to become the kind of girl he hated. “Congrats,” Caitlin laughed. Benjamin handed over his bouquet. “You were amazing tonight.” Caitlin took it with a grin. “Thank you! Come on in. Wendy, help me entertain him.” Wendy rolled her eyes. “He’s not blind. He can entertain himself.”

Just a complete fool! Benjamin got off the bed and walked barefoot on the floor, with an anxious expression on his face. He said, "What should I say after approving the request?" "Say you have a house and a car, earned a million a year, were handsome with long legs, and were still single, a virgin." Benjamin's mouth twitched, and he cursed, "Idiot." The agent hummed and said, "Haven't you ever thought about pursuing her?" Benjamin's ears turned red in an instant. "I would be satisfied just to be able to act in the same film together. I haven't thought much about anything else."

The camera was apparently recording. 'You've got to be kidding me! This is ridiculous!' Tiffany shook her head. She resolved to continue to peruse the catalog, but her mind kept thinking about her son and his perverted new enterprise. She did her best to fight the distraction. Ben had found the perfect spot to jack off. It was sexy, beautiful, and looked like he was at an exotic location. He settled onto his rock perch naked, and began stroking himself. 'So what if a bunch of gay, dirty old men are my fans, as long as they buy the d******d, who cares?' He rationalized as he continued to work his cock into a turgid erection.

"Um, Benjamin, ha...what a coincidence." Benjamin's expression was calm, and his deep eyes did not waver. "Yea, it's such a coincidence." "Um, we..." Rafferty touched his nose. "Well, you’re a grown-up now. I thought you had a problem, since you don’t, then that’s good." Benjamin spoke with a calm look on his face, as he raised his hand and patted Rafferty's shoulder comfortingly. "I used to think that you were not interested in women and I deliberately kept a distance from you. Now it seems that you are quite normal, Rafferty."

Ben winked and got out of the car. First Ben being gay. Then Sadie and Philip. Now James Talling needed a personal CPA? Things just couldn't get weirder, or better.

Sophia pushed the door open without knocking, a brilliant smile on her lips; “Honey, I've missed you!” Benjamin rolled his eyes; she never had manners, ''why don't you ever knock, what if I was with someone?” he asked, trying to look angry, but he couldn't since his eyes were fixated on her boobs which she had purposely propped up. Sophia bit her lip as she walked to him, kissing his lips; ''You would have told me if there was someone here;” she smiled and turned his seat, then squatted to her knees; Although Benjamin had a son, he got married quite early, so he was still young, and he took care of himself, so he looked in his thirties, although he was in his forties.

Benjamin played the big role of an older brother to him, a driver, secretary, and more importantly, he always had his back. Knowing he was going to have a bad dream yet again, he had notified him of an available first edition comics whose abridged edition was trash. He had to get there on time. He hated the slightest touch on any book he was going to buy since he was getting it himself. He had disguised himself in such a way that no one could recognize him. Not even the paparazzi! He walked into the book store filled with the stench of old books, asking the front desk about the available first edition books.

"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.

This was also why Ben left her scot-free even after plotting against him; his motto was a measure for a measure. Maine sat in a corner in Glitz club drinking dolefully by himself. He looked at the paper on the table that he had bought with him. It was a wedding picture of Dana smiling blissful in Ben’s embrace. ‘Why couldn’t it be me?’ He lamented as he downed glass after glass. He was also one of the most eligible bachelors by all standards. Perhaps not as rich and powerful as Ben but he didn’t think that was Dana’s measuring scale. He regretted his alliance with Amber, he subconsciously pushed all the blame for his misery to Amber.