48Alita tried to open her eyes but her lids never felt heavier so she just spoke, speaking was easier. "Who is Chris again?" She moaned the words out. Benson finished knotting his towel around his waist before casting his gaze on Alita. He smiled and shook his head in wonder as his eyes trailed the contours of her beautiful body. "Now you ask?" He raised a brow at her. "He's my doctor," he grunted when he tried to move. He felt drained and weak. She looked like how he felt. "Oh, I think know that," she carved a weak smile on her face and he chuckled. She looked like she was barely aware of her surrounding.She managed to open her eyes a little wide and saw him staring at her. "You see something you like?" The motion of her blinking eyes was slower than normal when batted her lashes at him. He turned away wearing a coy smile as his face flushed. "Hmm," she moaned inquisitively and that was the last he heard her say before she fell asleep, lying on the table.She curled her hand on h
49.The last time Benson had a clash with the police he was set up. They found some stash of cocaine in a supply run to one of his warehouses. It took about two months to finally prove he wasn't guilty as charged.A competitor had set him up for doom but his honesty and purity with his business and lifestyle saved him. It was all over the news that he was a drug dealer. Newspapers called him all sorts of names and made all kinds of assumptions about him. It was a hard time for Benson and he wouldn't want to ever go through that again.Now, another case had come up about drugs. again. His heart felt tired as he tried to comfort Alita's mother."I'm sorry about that Mrs. Martinez," he looked away and sighed suddenly heavy-hearted. "Lisa, call me Lisa. I think we are way past Mrs. Martinez now...and it just feels a little weird to keep hearing my husband's name. It digs up memories that should stay buried," she smiled weakly. She looked drained."Alright then," he observed her keenly.
50.Alita woke up yawning and stretching her way back to reality. When her eyes finally adjusted to her surrounding, her mind flew black to the last thing she saw. Her eyes grew bigger as she realized her last thought was her being naked on the kitchen table.She looked down at her body and saw she was in a male shirt. She fell back to the pillow and wiped her hand over her face. She dragged herself off the bed and went to the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled at how she looked in his shirt. She giggled and went out of the room. "He carried me here," she whispered to herself. "Shame I wasn't awake to experience that," she hung her head imagining how it would have been if she was awake. How his muscles would have felt pressing against her skin. She bit her lower lip and wiggled her waist as she walked to the bed. She sat down and her eyes glanced through the room. She looked down and saw that she was bare under, then her mind flashed back to when she had cum d
51About an hour after Alita reached her apartment, she heard the doorbell ring, so she hopped through her clothes on the ground until she reached the door. She slightly opened the door and peeped through. She didn't see anybody but a basket of pretty flowers and a note inside. She smiled, knowing who it came from. She had only just left him and he sent her flowers already.She pushed the door farther open, picked up the bouquet, and closed the door. She peeled the card open and dropped the basket on the couch. She jumped on the bed, raising the card to her face.Go out with me, Alita. I want to get to know you more. I want to listen to you talk with a glass of overpriced wine in your hand as you pick at fries. I want to be on the other side of the table, saying horrible jokes in a poor attempt to make you laugh, but then you still laugh because you somehow think I am funny. Text me one day this week. Her heart raced and her eyes bulged as she read it. It was all happening too fast.
Sarah couldn’t wait for Alita to wake up so she could get the weight off her chest. She wanted to talk to her about the case and the investigation the police were carrying out on Benson. If somehow he was found guilty, it would affect all of them.Once it was 7 a.m., Sarah tapped Alita to wake her. She kept tapping until Alita began moaning angrily as she woke up. It took some time for Alita to wake up, but Sarah was patient enough, so she just blinked at Alita until her eyes finally opened to the heavy face she had on.“Why the fuck are you looking at me like that?” Alita whined as soon as her face met Sarah’s. She was startled by the big eyeballs staring her down as she stretched before finally sitting up and leaning her back on the wall. The frown on her face gradually turned into worry as she studied Sarah. “What?” She said, wiping her hands over her face and yawning afterward.Sarah mumbled, “Its Mr. Astor and the police.” Her jaw tightened. “They are trying to rub dirt on him ag
53Benson hadn’t gotten much sleep the previous night. He was awake for most of the night, till morning. He just couldn’t close his eyes to the possibility that all he had worked for could crumble. He kept thinking about who would want him to go down so badly that they would go to such desperate measures twice just to see him crash and burn.Yes, he knew that being at the top would require taking hard blows and still standing, but this scared him to his bones, though he wouldn’t show it. He wasn’t just scared that the police could nail a solid on him and pin him down to nothing, he was terrified that Alita would find out that he had sex with the dead girl and that would wreck what they had going. He wouldn’t know what to do when she found out.It had haunted him for the past few days, and now it seemed inevitable that he would have to confess that he had only had sex with her to buttress his innocence.He had had the bar in his mind for hours before the break of dawn. He had been able
54.The girl’s body was transferred from Australia back to LA because her roots were traced back to Beverly Hills. It was then handed over to the police in Bel Air on the note of the current investigations into her death being allegedly tied to Benson.It just so happened that the hospital was the same one that Alita’s mother was being treated at, so if things went south, she would hide under the umbrella of coming there to see her. Alita wanted to know everything that had been injected into her after nearly dying, so she made friends with a nurse who taught her how to test a blood sample during the few months she had to stay at the hospital under study, until every last bit of the drugs she had been injected with had flushed out of her system. She was a quick study, so she started testing her blood by herself under the supervision of her nurse friend.That, plus the little chemistry she learnt back at Richie’s drug lab, where they increased or reduced the effects of the drugs they p
55Benson woke up with an excruciating headache. He screwed his face and massaged his temples to calm the pain. He sat there until he could see clearly. He tried to get up and then lazily fell back onto the couch.He blinked numerous times and yawned. He heard his phone ring, so he looked around for it. He found it on the bar’s counter. He hissed as he rolled his hands into fists and pressed them into the couch, flexing his biceps to help get him up to reach for his phone.He picked up the call after seeing that it was Luke that was buzzing him.“What’s up Luke?” He tightened his jaw and prepared to take whatever Luke would throw at him.“Good afternoon, sir,” Luke muttered.“Come on, talk to me,” Benson said, crossing his hand over his chest and pacing back and forth.“They dug her up and found she had been involved in so much underground drug trafficking shit,” Luke said, with a heaviness growing in his voice. “Now, they are trying to draw lines that shouldn’t exists to you. She was