Mordecai X Benson Novels & Stories

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."

Benson said that, but in fact, he was still unconfident. Everyone knew that Jessica had Mr. Maddox’s backing. At this point, Mary's assistant suddenly muttered inappropriately, "But...hasn't Jessica already gotten rid of the scandals?" Benson glared at the assistant and said sarcastically, "Even if Jessica did get Diomastre's resources, it's never because she got rid of the scandals!" After saying that, he looked at Mary and asked, "Mary, why do you keep silent?"

He shook his head, “no. That is behind me. I’m here. I’m invested in getting to know you.” I reach up and rub his back. Wow. So many muscles that I never knew existed. I never thought I could be as turned on just touching a man’s covered back. I sat up next to him, “what did you do in the military?” Benson took a drink of his whiskey and glanced over at me, “I was a gunman.” “Isn’t everyone in the military a gunman?” I asked him. He glanced over at me and back into his glass, “no not quite like me. I was a sniper.”

he told his son. Xenon nodded. He knew what he had to do, and he didn't want to let his father down. He knew he was only a child, but being brought up in a circle of politics, and power, he grew up fast. The only difference was that he didn't became pompous because of that privilege like the rest of the arrogant children of the other Pillars. Like his father, he only wanted peace. “Yes, father,” he told him, as he reached for the mark on his back. “It is for the future of our race.”

a severe voice said, "Hey, you! Turn around!" Jana glanced at the staff. It was a middle aged man dressed in yellow, holding a large stick and a stamp on the other. She handed him her student I.D along with her rank card. "I'm Myriad White. He's Austin Dale McGregor. You can check our names—"

I screamed. Don shook his head. "He gave strict orders to stay away. He wants to fight this one alone." My eyes stayed focused on my mate and father, slashing out at each other. "He's going to get hurt, Don!" I sobbed. "No, he won't. I don't know if you know Aaron well, but he's one of the youngest, most strongest Alphas ever. He'll be fine. He never lets anyone interrupt his fights." Christian calmly said. Felix stood in a corner, looking helpless. I stood next to Don, whose arm was holding me in place.

“Grandpa Benson? Drake here. Can you come down with the cops to DB5055? There has been a murder attempt here.” I gasped with horror, and so did Ted. Benson Sylvester was the CEO and owner of Sylvester Financial Inc., our workplace. He was the one who had sponsored our trip! “Who are you?” I whispered. He winked at me, his eyes sparkling with amusement as they swept over my body. “Oh, I’m Drake Ashford, Benson Sylvester’s grandson.”

“No, mom. I came back on the staff bus. I guess he was still busy in the office.” “I see. Welcome back.” “Thank you. What of big brother? Is he not back from work yet?” “He is back, and in his room.” “Okay. Excuse me, mom.” Benson Owens was Evans' nephew and George's cousin. He was the son of his late step-brother, who was a replica of his late father. They believed in womanizing, drinking and gambling. After the death of Benson's father, Evans picked him out of his numerous children and resolved to give him a bright future. At twenty-three, he was still in his freshman year and as a medical student. Meanwhile, he worked with the medical center of the company whenever he was on holidays.

Benson howls, holding his hand midair, and immediately, Mae shuts her lips, though she still walks over to me. “Dima, hi.” She shyly greets and I mildly nod. “It’s been a while.” She adds and I just nod. “Mae, give us some space,” Benson says. Seeing how unwilling Mae is, Benson waves his guard over and orders him to take his daughter away. “Stop, don’t touch me!!” Mae yells as the guard grips her by her waist and takes her away.

"Excuse me is this seat taken?" Maya looked up. A man was standing in front of her. He was wearing a work suit. His name tag said "Benson". He had a tool and a cold soda bottle. He looked tired from working on engines all day. He was not a student or a CEO. He was a mechanic. Mayas heart stopped beating. She looked into his eyes. They were warm and brown and kind. "Benson?" she whispered. The man tilted his head. Smiled. "Do I know you? You look like you have seen a ghost."