"You took your time," the corner of Benson's mouth quirked as he turned to Alita's direction after hearing her come in. "You damn precious time," he turned his head back to his phone."Hey…" Alita drawled, making a steeple of her fingers in front of her and taking long nervous steps toward him. "My mum's a little clingy… and she didn't give a tinker's damn when I told her I didn't have much time to stay with her. She wouldn't stop telling me how nice Dr. Chris had been to her recently," she looked downward thoughtfully and continued, saying, "Uncomfortably nice…" she sneered and raised her face to Benson when she was a few inches away from him. "I'm sorry, okay, I tried but she wouldn't let me go I just couldn't leave her. And I stopped on my way back to give a phone to a friend of mine who dearly needed it… that one is on me. I am sorry," she knelt before him.She jerked himself off the couch and extended his hands to grab her hands and pull her up. "Don't fucking kneel, Alita," he t
"What the actual fuck, Benson?" Anita screamed, splaying her hands in the air as she skipped to the bed where Benson had carefully laid the dress he had Luke bring to the house for her. She screamed and turned to look at him when she was about a foot away from the dress. "I was scared you be this outrageous with getting me a dress to wear," she hugged herself after waving her hand over the length of the dress. "But then, outrageous us really beautiful, though I am ultimately terrified of wearing this," she placed her palm on her chest as it thumped against her ribs as though It'll break out of the cage."I hoped you would like it," Benson said, nervously ruffling his hands through his hair as he slightly bounced on his foot. He pocketed his hands and to a few steps away from the door and closed it behind him. "So… uh, do you like it?""Are you kidding me? This is a sleeveless chapel designer evening gown with a thigh-high side slit and a lot of shiny…" her eyes bulged and her jaw sank
What the hell? Why would you ask me that? I know you can’t… what do I say now?Alita blinked her eyes as she stretched herself up and slowly turned to look at him, blinking in confusion. Her legs were still shaking but she managed to plant wobbly steps, looking at the wet floor before placing each step so she wouldn't slip. When she was close enough to feel his breath on her face she asked, “Why are you asking me that now?” She twisted her face and pushed her lips forward as she wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled his face to hers and kissed him to cover up her storming nerves.She was a wreck inside but kept calm outside. She peered into his eyes, waiting for him to say something.He sighed and pecked her lips and then said, “By the laws of nature you are supposed to get pregnant if I cum inside you but your stomach has supernaturally stayed flat and you never say anything about it. I have been wanting to talk about it for some time now but…”“Okay,” she drawled and heaved.
"Oh my God, I slept?" Martha moaned as she forced her eyes open after waking up from a long-desired sleep. "I'm…we are in my freaking. How I get here from the…" she smiled, looking at him. "You carried me," she raised her fingers to her lips and jerked her head to the side."I had to. You were out after… you know what," John said with a coy smile and looked away. "It is the only way to get you to the bed so here we are," he added, cocking his head.She blushed and looked down and instantly became away she was naked under the sheets. "Fuck, I am naked?" She raised her face to his, covering her mouth with her hand. Her eyes bulged as she peered at him, waiting for some legislative explanation for her naked state that is not out of the longing to see her completely naked. It’s one thing to have naked sex with someone, but having them see every inch of your body and compare you with some hypothetical dream girl in their head is something else. A man is the most judgemental when standing b
His phone rang and he jolted himself towards the shelf by the bed and grabbed it. Swiping to the right, he quickly placed the phone on his ear. "How did I go?" He asked and hastily pulled the phone away from his ear, put the call on the loudspeaker, and held it towards Martha."The chemical composition of the two samples slightly varies in molecular mass," a familiar husky male voice spoke out of the phone."Bryan, speak English," John said as he rolled his eyes and tilted his head."Right… they are basically the same.""You couldn't just say that?" John scoffed. "You know I will understand you but you always speak gibberish. You enjoy making me ask you to translate…" he blurted and cut the call, then looked at Martha and simpered. "He is such a jerk, but we need him so…""Do you know how many times I have told Bryan you are a jerk that I can't but work with?" Martha whined, lolling her head as she twisted her face. "You don't want to know… who knew you were hiding a slit-slammer in t
"That was…" John squeezed the wheel and blinked his eyes. "I don't know what to say…" he glanced at her and set his eyes back on the road.She raked her hands through her hair with a smug smile plastered on her face and then tugged her hands between her thighs. "Are you wordless right now? Was it that good?" Her eyes bulged out as she turned her face to his and fluttered her lashes at him."Yeah, you can say that," he gave a shy laugh and turned his head out the window. "That was better than I remember," he added."Are you blushing right? " she poked his side and he jerked his head in her direction. His forehead creased, his eyes begged her and his voice thinned when he pleaded, "don't tickle me, please.""I am getting to know you, John, it's amazing how different you are from John," she cocked her head and reclined into her seat. "I love this," she sighed."What?" He asked and hung his head."This," she gesticulated. "You know, you and me, being vulnerably cute with each other and co
"We're not that late are we," Alita simpered, looking out the window as they arrived at the hall for the party. "It's grand and scary," she muttered as her heart skipped a beat when the whole building came into view as he opened the door for him after the driver opened his door to let him out."We are late, Alita, but I don't regret it," he cupped her face in his hand and said, "I'll be right by you the whole time and we leave whenever you want." He turned to the driver and nodded, "you can go now." The driver nodded and left.Benson bower his hand then she put her hand into his and they walk up the stairs and through the giant glass door.For someone like Alita, just the entrance was a terrifying sight. She looked at him and he gave her an assuring nod. She smiled drawing from his confidence and Yanked her face forward with a smirk on her face, finding aplomb in the fact that everybody was looking at them, mostly her but no one knew who she was.Contrary to what she had expected, she
'How the fuck did my shit get to the police?" Richie yelled as he scowled at Timmy, the lad he put in charge of the joint at the coffee shop. "Don't fucking stand there staring at me like a dummy? You should have some explanation to justify your mistake so don't get on my nerves with your silence. Go on, speak,” he propped his chin in his palm and blinked at Timmy."I-i don't know, sir, but I will get to the end of it before the end of today. Someone must have messed up under my nose. I will sniff them up and clean this up," Timmy pressed his lips together and balled his fingers into fists. "I assure you," a line set in his jaw, and his brows knitted as he stared straight at Richie."You know, I like Timmy. You're fierce and brave, hell you're staring right at me and saying that to my face, knowing I could put a bullet in your head and find somebody willing to do better than this," Richie coughed a dry laugh and bobbed his head sideways. "You better clean this mess or we're going to h