Regular Show Benson's Suit Novels & Stories

Without giving her further words, Benson gives silent order to his bodyguard that stands by the stairway and he scoots close to us. “Take her away.” Was what he said and the guy comes to drag Mae away. She curses at her father in…Russian? I'm stunned and I stare at Benson in shock. Is Benson a Russian? I never peg him as one. If he is, why then is he hiding his identity as a Russian? “Wait…did she just…?” Benson cuts off my words with a wave of his hand to the bodyguard that stands by his right in the darker parts of the area.

Benson was a friend of Sophie which she meet at the restaurant back then he didn't knew who she was and tried to woo her even sprout lot of things like her becoming his personal waitress and he was caught of guard when Sophie revealed who she was, obviously things didn't work out in a romantic with him but they became closer friends since then and she always used his words back then to tease him. Benson maintain a huge smile despite her teasing and reply " at least I get to pay for your meal for the first time, If you need anything extra you can asked the waiter but I have to hurried back in I making a new recipes and too bad you aren't allowed to have a taste also don't forget to report to

I wasn't with them but I was following stealthily behind them . I did stick around them enough to witness everything that happened. Returning to the sitting room with two plates of pasta to see Benson sitting calmly deep in his thoughts. His clothes changed to pajamas."here , eat ," Glancing at me briefly he took the plate from my hand,"thank you." With that he focused on the cartoon playing on the TV screen, the food placed on his laps not making a move to eat. Doing my best to ignore his sorrowful and lost self I sat beside him eating my meals while gazing at the screen too.

Just as she is about to give up, she hears him toss something into the dustbin and the door, that he only closes slightly, is pulled open. He comes walking into the room with just a towel wrapped around his lower body. Ally watches him closely, he is a very attractive man. He is very well built and his skin is tanned. Something you would not expect from someone who wears suits every day. Benson is rubbing his hair with a smaller towel. When he lowers the towel from his head, he realises for the first time that Ally is watching him. He turns to

"Samson, I sent you here to get a signature, not to create a locker room distraction. Why is the player completely naked?" Mimi opened her mouth, but the words trapped themselves in her throat. She couldn't tell the truth, and she couldn't hide the raw state Benson was in. Benson let out a low, rough laugh. He didn't even try to cover himself. Instead, he took a step closer to Mimi, his bare shoulder brushing against her corporate blazer, sending a hot jolt straight down her spine. He held the pen over her folder, looking directly at the furious manager. "Relax, Harrison," Benson rumbled, his voice lazy and dominant. "The girl was just doing her job. She was being real... persuasive. I was j

Benson froze, his confident demeanor faltering as his eyes locked onto Adrian, who sat with an air of calm authority. Adrian was no longer the man Benson had dismissed and humiliated. He was poised, self-assured, and commanding in his tailored suit. The years had transformed him into a figure Benson hardly recognized. "Adrian," Benson finally managed, his voice barely above a whisper, a mix of disbelief and dread evident in his tone. Adrian leaned back in his chair, a faint, knowing smile playing on his lips. "Hello, Benson," he said smoothly, his voice steady and unyielding. "I see you’ve found your way here. Please, take a seat."

Turning, Beth came face to face with the red faced Benson and tilted her head to the side. "How about I scrape the skin off your shrivelled balls and use it to knit a cap for that bald spot in the middle of your head instead, grandpa?" Even as her voice remained level and easy, curious even, her hands made very vivid gestures. Frederico's eyelids fluttered. What the actual fuck?! Alexander's head reared back, his brows flying high. "Woo-wee! Sign me up for some of that spitting mayhem any day!" Random cackles and catcalls rang out. That seemed to enrage Benson more. He was literally foaming at the mouth when he spat out,

*Xavier's POV Benson is the worst scum to exist on earth. His pretty face can't do justice to his black heart. As he sits across from me and Harley in the hall, his face has a blank expression. His eyes move between us as we sit there with fake smiles plastered on our faces. The level of discomfort I feel right now is unimaginable. "You two are in love?" Benson asks, pointing a finger at the two of us and Claire nods. "Love?"

Alice’s POV I could feel myself becoming wet, my panties dripping with my arousal. Bensons eyes turned black with lust as he noticed the scent. He picked me up wrapping my legs around his torso. No matter how many times I had seen this man naked I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to be mated to such a sexy man. Benson was 6ft2 with short black hair which he always had spiked up using way to much gel if you are my opinion, deep chocolate coloured eyes and olive skin. My goddess let’s not forget about those muscles. My man is ripped.

I sighted him at a corner of the restaurant, looking classy in his neatly designed blue suit. “He's an Okay man,” I said, almost whispering to myself as I observed his good-looking physique from a distance. His brown curly hair, toned to one side of his face was well-fitted with his beautiful brown eyes. “I'm glad you honored my invitation.” He said as I walked towards him. He stood up moving towards me as he pulled the seat beside me gently, giving me the leverage to rest my buttocks comfortably on the warm cushion. I was amazed by Mr. Benson's first impression. He acted like a perfect gentleman, making me feel like the queen that I am.