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Now we were done with that, he had his back against his pillow, surfing the internet, while I helped reschedule, but then a call trip in, pulling both our attention, it’s Benson, why is he calling, we barely spoke after that announcement, is he still there? “ who’s that” blazes said, pairing those blues eyes at me, “ oh, no one you should worry about I would be back” I said, walking out to check out why he would be calling me, “hello” “ hi, are you home, can you please come over” he sounded worried, is he ok?. •••• Getting to his house, I see Ben sitting solemn, he doesn’t look as enthusiastic as I left him, “ what’s wrong this time” I said, worried something really bad bad happened but then

The next morning, Benson, the real estate agent, woke up. After he washed up, he entered his dining room in loose pajamas. His maid had already prepared breakfast for him. There was bread, milk, and a boiled egg. Benson ate the bread and drank the milk, enjoying them very much. Ever since he cured the Heart Eater poison in his body, he had felt more relaxed as if he had regained his youth. Free days where he was not controlled by others were truly comfortable.

Jenny shuddered to imagine the consequences of this video being Alex, and she trembled as she looked at Benson in horror. Benson was very satisfied with Jenny's reaction, and his mouth hung in a smug smile as he ran his hands over Jenny's body indiscriminately. Jenny squeezed her eyes shut and took a deep breath, trying to calm down, "Benson, what the hell are you trying to do?" "I just want to make love to you, my baby. Money, I don't even care about!" Benson said in Jenny's ear, and his mouth slid down her earlobe to her plump lips.

And then—Benson. He was leaning casually against a pillar, whiskey glass in hand, his face sharpened into a smirk the moment he spotted us. "Well, well," Benson drawled, his voice oozing sugar-coated venom. "If it isn't the man of the hour. Aaron Warner. You clean up nicely. Almost didn't recognize you without your usual… corporate armor." Aaron's jaw tightened, but his smile didn't falter. "Benson." "And you are." Benson's gaze swung to me, lingering too long. "Ah, the husband. You're adorable."

As soon as Elena left, Bemson became a different person. He wouldn’t greet me as enthusiastically as he usually did, and when he got tired of living like a ghost in the mansion, he tended in his resignation letter. Benson wanted to leave, because he claimed the house wasn’t as lively as it used to be. He mentioned that Elena’s absence made him feel as though he was guarding an empty house. My butler made it seem like he would rather be everywhere else but be found with me. I could only swallow the humble pie and tell Benson to take a long break. I allowed him to spend three months straight with his family, just so he would get all the negative thoughts out of his mind. I also assured him tha

All of a sudden Benson stood up and carried me to our bed. “Well I guess the bath is over” “Like your complaining Autumn” My wolf enjoyed every second as much as I did, the closeness of our mate meaning she would also connect with Bensons wolf Rocky. Benson laid me on the bed and kissed the spot he had marked making another wave of arousal flow through me. He planted kisses all the way down my body before planting himself between my legs. His big hands grabbed my thighs holding them apart as his tongue began to lick my p*ssy with a relentless hunger. As I felt myself begin to orgasm Benson would painfully slow down dragging it out as long as he could.

Catherine asked, but I was just as lost. "Um, I don't know any B, and I'm still confused." "Okay, do you have anyone whose name starts with B in your life?" she asked, and I quickly scanned my brain. A deep frown settled on my face when something in me screamed *BENSON.* "Benson... That... Fuck!" I cussed, trying to compose myself. It all made sense. He's the one. He's the one who's sorry. Sorry he destroyed me, and now he's sending some stupid gifts and telling me sorry.

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.