Regular Show Weekend At Benson's Mga Nobela at Kwento

Benson deadpanned with angry eyes. "Wait wait, guys do you see this?" Marc voiced out in amusement. "Benson likes the witch!" He exclaimed with a dramatic gasp. "Bullshit, what makes you think so?" Benson pretended to gag. "Well it is that obvious Benson. You've never been the type to stand up for other people but for her, you are willing to protect her at all costs. Look at you Benson, you've fallen for Nyx's roommate but newsflash, your likeness to her does not stop me from punishing her" I smirked.

The smell of bacon dispelled all my fright when I opened the door. “Are you feeling alright?” Uncle Harris placed the back of his hand on my forehead. He was nervous that I was having another episode. The first one freaked him out, even though my mother had warned him. “Did you hurt yourself when you fell?” “I’m Fine. Hungry.” “You slept well. It’s almost two.” “Yeah, thanks for letting me sleep in.” “The bar’s not open until four on the weekends. Unless there is a game.” “Right.” I sat beside him as he plated a bacon cheeseburger, my favorite. “So, I’m not sure I understand what happened last night.”

Me: When I said we should communicate better, I didn’t mean a damn group chat, Benson. I shake my head, tossing my phone onto the bed as I kick off my shoes. My muscles ache with tension I haven’t even realized I was carrying. --- Jordan: Well, looks like someone’s angry this evening. Did you do something to upset Sister-in-Law again? Benson: smirk emoji I bet he’s in the doghouse now. Me: Says two idiots who haven’t gotten laid in years. At least I’m not single and creating a damn group chat called Forbes Finest.

“No.” “Then what?” “A courtesy.” Benson let out a soft breath that almost sounded like a laugh. “That’s new. Since when do you offer those?” “Since you tied yourself to a man who doesn’t know how to protect what he has.” Benson’s fingers stilled against the table. Only for a split second. The next second, he was relaxed, throwing a steak into his mouth. “You’re starting to sound territorial Reed.” Ethan’s expression didn’t change. “I’m past that.”

Benson did this thing with his tongue when he went down on her and she was looking forward to it. Soon her moans filled the air. Fake videos, early morning calls from your boss and getting outed as a couple? Fuck it all. Shaw was screaming her orgasm still when Benson thrust into her pussy. He pounded away while watching her titties bounce. Whatever happened, it was worth it for the girl in his arms. Once they were done, Shaw had to take a second shower, and they were going to be late for the interview. That's just a typical Monday.

Ben told me, throwing his arm back around Norah's shoulder. "Enough with the pleasantries," Bates said. "Can you guys not go back out for another two hours so we can go get wings and watch the game?" My eyebrows furrowed. "You can still go get wings, Bates," I told him. "I'm not stopping you." "No, we can't. Luca and Benny are going to want to stay here with you guys now that you're home." "They can just come," Blaine sighed. "Uh, no. Saturdays are for the boys," Bates countered firmly.

“We are starving, Let’s go in then.” Benson looked over at the both of us like he was trying to understand why we were here. We were enemies, he wasn’t a good person and he knew i knew. He just was proud enough that he knew i wouldn’t find any real dirt on him to do anything about it. Fucking asshole. He obviously knew our visit to his house wasn’t one of friendliness either but he had no say in it and had no other option than to watch his back, atleast for tonight. I gave Kai a curt nod, Showing I acknowledged his approach. Benson joined his hands together, a brighter smile plastered on his face. “The more the merrier.”

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.

Oras POV I took a small bite of the cereal bar Rhea handed me for breakfast. I may grimace as it tastes of cardboard. But I’ll be grateful if that’s all I get. “My stomach’s going to think my throat has been cut,” Benson says after he ate his bar in two bites. I guess he’s still hungry. “Don’t worry, bro. We’re going shopping. We’ll get you some proper food.” Rhea laughs, causing him to grimace again. Guess he doesn’t enjoy shopping either.

I dry her off while Jase grabs a strapless Maxi dress that will be easier for her to get out of later. By the time we locate the clothes that are now too snug on us, Weston is cooking breakfast for us and her family. It’s strange to me how we all used to join Carley’s family every Saturday and Sunday morning. Here we are on a Saturday morning once again, but instead of having Mr. Channing and Carson with us, we have Mrs. Benson and Sam…Sunny…Stewart…whatever his name is. Carley’s roommate. “What are you going be doing today now that it’s the weekend?” Mrs. Channing asks everyone at the table.