Mister Bennett Novels & Stories

As he buttoned his shirt, he said, "I can't. I've seen the CCTV. The man you're talking about is probably Mason, I'll give you a photo so you can confirm." I frowned. What's he talking about? He can watch the surveillance here? Who the hell is he? “Who are you?”I asked,curiously. His lips thinned and then he announced.”I’m Bennett Graham,your husband…I mean temporary husband.” WHAT?!

However, one thing that I noticed about this individual was that he had many females lurking around him and they were all models. I knew that in the back of my mind, there is still this small voice stating that I could never beat a model when it comes to a man since they are paid for their looks whilst I'm not. However, I didn't get much time to think about this daunting idea that I still had as I was interrupted by my nan and a woman next to her who looked around the same age as my mother. "Nipotina dear, I would like you to meet Iris, she is the wife of Arron McKinley who you may know as the previous CEO of McKinley Enterprise." My Nan introduced this sweet lady to me, and I knew I recogni

Even the workers were barely containing their curiosity. By the time I returned to the counter after delivering cocktails to a group of overly friendly socialites, I let out a long breath and leaned my palm against the polished surface. “The crowd is insane,” I muttered. Fayn, who was arranging glasses nearby, laughed. “Of course. The entire city is here for the mystery man.” I rubbed my temple. “What is Sir Gab’s surname again?” Fayn looked up. “Ja—” His answer was cut off by the sharp screech of microphone feedback.

"I'm just glad to have bumped into my ex-girlfriend on a rare occasion like this. Was that bad?" "So bad," I whispered. I'm not your ex, silly. Bennet didn't answer but his gaze turned even worse to BENEDICT. It's like he's back to the Bennet version 1 I used to know. The Monster. After a while, BENEDICT recoiled a bit. He seemed shaken by Mister's gaze. The man's eyebrows rose before the beautiful smile on his lips was erased. "Tsh! Leofwin, always the ferocious," said the man.

“So, it goes like this.” Bennett took a deep breath and slowly made his way to the landing on the second floor so that he could see everyone present. “I’m sure you all must be wondering why I organized such a grand party for my forty-sixth birthday. Why, I’m not even fifty years old yet!” “It’s because I had something important to announce.” The man took a deep breath and looked at the butler who was standing nearby. He immediately got the message, lowered a large screen, and used a projector to showcase a video.

A tall guy dressed in dark washed jeans and a black fleece jacket leans against the siding, a dark colored SUV running in the driveway. Tall guys in dark clothes would normally go on my "do not open the door" list, but I've never seen him before today. It's safe to say he's not from Mario and he's seen me considering I wasn't discreet about pulling back the curtain to peek outside. "I'm Bennett. The boss man sent me." He holds up a red and white pizza box next to my spot at the window. He's either telling the truth, or he's the nicest robber in Pelican Bay. I open the door and he steps inside, the pizza box held out in front of him.

Bennett’s stern face. What is he doing here?

* James * When we arrived, I parked the vehicle in the circular drive. She got down before I could even kill the engine. Two figures stepped out from the portico, an older man with shoulders that still carry a general's straightness and a face carved by decisions, Lance Dankworth if I am not mistaken, and beside him a smaller, composed old woman, Julliane Dankworth, whose eyes scan me with a practiced cool. They both look exactly like the kind of people who had run things here long before I was breathing.

I didn’t know anything. Then it clicked. I knew someone who would. * * * “Bennett.” I smiled unkindly at him. “Good news. I have a use for you.” I’d requested that he meet me outside the pack house by the meeting place of the search parties. Lit only by the rising sun, his smile appeared even darker than mine. “How marvellous,” he said, inspecting his nails. “I imagine you’ve come to ask about your beloved Scarlett’s whereabouts.”

She jumped. It buzzed again, longer this time. Unknown Number. She frowned and answered quietly. “Hello?” There was a pause. Then a deep, composed voice said, “Mrs. Durojaiye, this is Mr. Bennett. I believe we have unfinished business.” Venessa’s breath caught. “Mr. Bennett?” she whispered, glancing downstairs. Greg’s head jerked up instantly. “Who did you just say?” She covered the receiver, her heart pounding. “It’s, it’s nothing.”