Novel & Cerita Oliver & Benji

“Mr. Tim is probably with Mr. Ben.” Since Doc and Serenity were coming today, and instead of going to work, Ben and his brothers had stayed at the manor to wait for their arrival along with the elders. Lilian said to the nanny, “Alright, I’ll take him to play with his cousins.” Although Oliver’s cousins were older than he was, they would look at each other and sometimes cry together when gathered. Most of the time though, they still played. However, Oliver was a few months younger and could not sit up yet. He could only lie in his crib, and after lying down for less than two minutes, he would cry for an adult to pick him up.

I asked, but I couldn't get it into my head that Oliver, as sleepyhead as he usually was, would decide to come down at this time of the early morning. "I came down for the same reason James decided to come up." I averted my gaze to James as if asking his permission, and he simply nodded as he understood why I had been looking directly into his eyes. I got down on my knees on the floor and walked over to the bulge Oliver was marking on his pants. It was a significant bulge, smaller than Benja's cock and definitely smaller than James' cok, but bigger than the average. "Shit, what a thrill! I'll finally fuck the little bitch Benja has," Oliver said, in the characteristic voice he uses when he's

Oliver sighed, running fingers through his hair. “Tiring, the kids aren’t used to such long trips. A few hours in and we had a war on our hands. Benjamin and Olsin get along like a house on fire, until they become irritable, then they’re like oil and water.” He frowned, looking like he’d been through the worst few hours of his life. “At least it’s over now, how’s Sofia?” I smiled. “She’s… quiet. She barely reacted when Olsin tried getting her attention so she eventually stopped and concentrated her energy on Benjamin. Poor Lad.” Oliver shook his head.

Oliver. I stared at him through the mirror waiting for him to move or enter one of the stalls, but he just stood there, folding his arms and staring at me through the mirror. The silence that swallowed the room was punctuated by the sound of the gushing water from the tap. I coughed, feeling uncomfortable staring at him for that long, “did you want something?” My question was met with silence. “You know he doesn't like you right? He just wants to sleep with you,” Benjamin opened his mouth after brooding for a whole minute. I raised my head, latching on him once again.

At the hotel. Ben, clean and dripping in water, came in and plopped down on his knees. "Ms. Larson, let me live!" It seemed he had recognized her. Olivia pulled a blanket from the side and threw it at Ben. She said through clenched teeth, "Look up." Ben obediently looked up at them, trembling. "Ms. Larson, Mr. Quinton, let me live." "It seems you recognize us. Who told you to hit Mr. Quinton?"

Jack called out. "I'm... I'm okay," Ben wheezed from the ground. His suit was crushed in the middle, giving him an hourglass figure. "My suit is a corset now. I look snatched. But I can't breathe." Marcus walked over and used his massive strength to pry the bent metal off Ben's chest. Ben took a massive, gasping breath. "Okay," Ben coughed. "Note to self: Don't hug the angry spaghetti." Jack carried Olivia down from the carcass. He laid her gently on a patch of ash.

I steal a quick look in Ben’s direction, and he looks far too amused for my liking. “Ten out of ten for originality!” Ben’s voice echoes through my mind as Oliver clears his throat and I turn my attention back to him. “Since I won’t have your permission to enter your territory, I would like to ask your beta to pull out the chair for you.” Oliver grins, making me frown. What the hell is he on about? Ben looks even more amused as he pulls out the chair and I sit down sighing deeply. Great! Now he is even impressing my pack members! I hate him! My thoughts are all over the place as we sit down and food is brought out. There are far too many people around if he intended for us to have a romantic

Ben, who had just come out of the restroom, immediately ran to Oliver and pulled Oliver's hand as he was about to leave the apartment. "I have to see her, Ben. Oliver who was still semi-conscious tried to let go of Ben's hand who kept pulling his hand to stop. "Who!!! Who are you going to see? Ben raised his tone of voice trying to wake up his boss who was like a friend and brother to him, Ben didn't understand if Oliver was dreaming. Who is he going to meet?

I watched the interaction between them with a slight curve at the corner of my lips. Holding the lead rope around her neck, I led her out of the stable. Leaving her with Stella, I walked back into the stable, spotting Aaron in front of a brown horse, holding out a half-bitten apple to it. I arched a brow, walking towards them. The horse naturally spotting me before the stable boy. “Lord Oliver,” he stumbled snapping his gaze to mine, his arm still held out towards the horse. “How many times do I need to remind you to just call me Oliver?”