Benedict sat in his office, staring blankly at the mountain of papers he had to get through. His mind was churning with increasing dilemmas over his company: whispers and murmurs had filled the boardroom with tension-filled conversations—a presentation of financial strain and uncertainty that grew more raucous day by day. Benedict was a perfectionist; it was the pride he took in his ability to maintain control and be efficient.The final blow had come from an unsuspected quarter—a member of his board of directors had been embezzling funds. However, the control he had once exercised over circumstances slipped through his fingers, and he was powerless to stop it.It was a shock and a betrayal. Benedict had placed his trust in the individual, never for a moment suspecting that they had been siphoning off large chunks of money from the company accounts for months. The company faced massive debts, but now its reputation was at stake as well.Now, what used to be the measure of success and p
Benedict stormed into his office with his fists securely clenched at his side. The events of the previous hours had left him, and certainly placed him, in a roaring fit of rage. His mind whirled with the enormity of the infidelity by one of his board members and the irresponsibility of his accounting staff, which had failed to notice the discrepancy now threatening to bring him and all his business crashing down. Every fiber within him wanted to scream at that moment, but he needed to remain calm. He closed the door behind him, now feeling the room even tinier, more claustrophobic. His assistant, Elena, was standing by the door, her lily-pure complexion evident on her pale face because she knew he was about to show rage through his eyes."Mr. Thompson, I—I called an emergency meeting with the accounting department," she said softly, her voice laced with hesitation."Cancel it," Benedict snapped, his tone sharp and dangerous. "This isn't something we need to discuss. This is something
With the place hushed, as he stands in his office, thoughts start to sway in the mind of Benedict—ideas, plans, desperate attempts to find an outlet to crawl out of a mess that threatens to consume him. His mind recalled the long hours he had dedicated to this company, the relationships he had sacrificed, and all the things he had put aside. He clenched his fists, regretting more than just his business, as it also cut deep into his personal psyche.At that moment, Benedict's phone vibrated on the table. He reached to pick it up, thinking it might be another update from Darren or the accounting team. But when he opened the screen, he felt a shock in his heart upon seeing a woman he did not want to talk to—a woman who might unsettle him again: his mother, Teresa. He hadn't called her in days, ashamed of how much of a mess his life had become.He hesitated for a moment before answering, "Hi, Mom.""Benedict," her voice was warm but laced with concern. "Are you all right? You sound tired.
Benedict was standing in a boardroom that was now vacant; silence settled around him like a heavy weight. It was a moment to contemplate what was going to happen next, the outcomes of today's decisions, and the reality of some damage that had been done. So much needed to be repaired, and he was very clear it was about trust, integrity, and a way to mend the broken parts of life. He knew that nothing he could do now would simply undo the situation. The company, after all, was already in shambles, with heavy losses incurred not only financially but also in human terms. People had been harmed by what he hadn't done, or even by what he had done. But Benedict was not one to give up on a challenge. It really hurt to lose it all, but it was not just the company that hurt him; it was the people he knew as part of his life—employees, his team, and maybe Sabrina. He thought of her—Sabrina, the one he had let slip through his fingers, the one he had turned away from when she needed him there
Turning back to the car and reviewing all the steps in his head once again, he could not help but look her way. How had he let her go? How could he have been so blind to everything she brought and all the love she showed him? The yearning for the creation of an empire had snatched from him the desire to prove himself to this world, making him forget one thing that meant the whole world to him: her. He remembered how she used to smile at him, full of hope and faith, even though he had been cold and unmoved; pushing her away was exactly what he did when she needed him most. Benedict realized that ambition was the mask he wore to hide from his vulnerabilities. Yet, it had been this shield with which he lost everything: Sabrina, his values, and now the company. As he opened the door and drove off to the office, a shiver ran through him. But it wasn't just the loss of a woman; it was a part of himself that he had lost. He was going to fight back for everything that was still there: the
Benedict sat alone in his dimly lit office, heavy silence pressing into him like a weight. He rubbed a hand over his hair as he sat there weighing his reality. His company was once an empire, stretching tall and proud, built from the ground up. It was now on the verge of collapse. Left his board members' embezzlement had left his company drowning in debt, and with the forged accounts now exposed, investors were rapidly pulling their support. Every report, every statement he reviewed seemed to confirm the worst. His chair squeaked with a soft protest as he leaned back and stared blankly at the ceiling.. No one ever knew his thoughts for himself. But in a situation like this, when frustration boiled in his stomach, people only heard his groans and cursing. The door to his office creaked open then. He turned to Elena, his trusted assistant, who stood in the doorway with worried eyes on her face. "Mr. Thompson," she started softly but with determination, "we need to talk about tomorrow's
Elena's hand paused over her notepad, and she looked up, a flicker of surprise crossing her usually even face. "Find…Sabrina?" she repeated, her tone careful."Yes," Benedict said, his voice firmer than before. "It's time I confronted what I've done—what I've lost." He paused, collecting his thoughts. "She deserves to know what's going on here. And…she deserves an apology."Elena scrutinized him; she could feel the weight in his voice. It was a different Benedict - one she hardly ever saw - shedding off armor."Understood, Mr. Thompson," Elena said softly. "I'll make contact with all contacts that might be able to help us find her. Do you have any idea where she might be?"He shook his head slowly, frustration chafing at regret. "Not exactly. Last I knew, she'd gone to stay with her mother. But I don't even know if she stayed there. I pushed her away so completely."His voice thickened, and he looked away, jaw clenched. "But if anyone can find her, it's you, Elena."Elena nodded, feel
Wendy returned to Texas with a heavy heart after an intense meeting with Sabrina's husband. She didn't tell Sabrina what transpired during her encounter with Benedict Thompson, and remained silent, carrying a heavy heart in unspoken words.Before meeting Sabrina and her daughter-in-law, Leila, Wendy already knew that Benedict was married to her lovely granddaughter. Assailed with a mix of anxiety and resolve, she was burning to know the actual reason for the shards that had broken Sabrina's heart. Who was the reason for her granddaughter's sorrow? This weighed a lot within her, fueling up the desperate endeavor for answers.Wendy Taylor sat silently inside her private jet, the mumble of the engines not really audible as she gazed into the windowpane at the spread metropolis below. Her thoughts were a million miles away, not on the flight she was on but on the memories of her granddaughter, Sabrina. Years had passed since Benedict Thompson had broken Sabrina's heart, the man who had on
Penelope burst out laughing. Tears flowed as she gushed, "I swear this will be the most entertaining wedding ever."The city lights twinkled like fallen stars and a cool breeze wrapped them like an embrace from the other side of existence. Here, on the balcony, the world was quiet. It seemed as if time slowed down just for them.Sabrina snuggled into the chest of Benedict, feeling his steady heartbeat beneath her cheek. "Not wedding time again already," she groaned.Benedict held her tighter in his embrace, his chin settled against her shoulder. "Scared?"No, not a bit of that. She knew exactly where she was and precisely what was expected of her.He turned her about, encasing her face in his palms, and his warm blue eyes searched hers. "You're everything I never knew I needed, Sabrina. And I promise, I'll spend the rest of my life making sure you never regret choosing me."Rivulets of tears welled up in her eyes, and her heart filled with love for this perfect man. "I never will, Ben
It was a night of excitement in the big hall of the estate as the family and friends gathered for the rehearsal of the wedding. The chandeliers shone with good warmth to brighten up the room, and the elegant faces of all the ceremony participants were gleaming with anticipation.Sabrina shifted near the door, fidgeting with her earring. "Do we really have to do this walking practice? Come on, I've been walking for years now, she muttered to herself.Benedict laughed and wrapped an arm around her waist. "Love, it's not just walking. It's walking toward me, as my bride. Big difference."She rolled her eyes and still managed a smile. "You just want to find a reason to look at me.""Absolutely," he admitted without hesitation, smirking.Saben, their five-year-old son, bounced excitedly in front of them, clutching a small velvet pillow. "Mommy! Daddy! I’m the ring guy!"Teresa, the mother of Benedict, wore a lovely blue dress and leaned forward to smile at her grandson. "Ah, yes, little pr
He nodded. "Back when everything was crazy, I used to come here sometimes to think. And all I could think of was you, making you mine in every possible way. I would see myself standing right here, waiting for you, when you were to walk down that aisle promising love for evermore."The girl's eyes welled with tears.He fished a small box out from his pocket, opened it and revealed the loveliest of gold bangles."I know we already have rings, but I wanted to give you something else - something that speaks of how much I love you every day."Sabrina brought her hand over her mouth. Emotion filled her. "Benedict… it is beautiful."He buckled it around her wrist. His lips landed softly inside her palm. "Just like you."The tears fell along her cheeks but were joyful - the tears of a woman who found everything she had ever dreamt.She flung her arms around his neck, holding him tight. "I love you so much."Benedict wound his arms about her, whispering softly into her hair. "And I'll spend th
Morning sunbeam crept through the drapes, which filtered the brightness of the sunlight, casting an ethereal gold on the bodies entwined in each other's arms. The warmth from the previous night clung on, reminding him of the love they shared-a passion that runs deep. Sabrina lay across Benedict's chest, her head rising and falling with the slow cadence of his breathing. His arms grasped her almost possessively as if even while asleep, he could not resist letting her go.The world outside seemed to fade away—until the soft, insistent knocking at the bedroom door shattered their peaceful slumber."Mommy! Daddy!" Saben’s little voice called from the other side of the door. "Wake up! I’m hungry!"Sabrina’s eyes widened as reality came crashing back. She gasped, her hands instinctively pulling the covers up to her chest.Benedict groaned, tightening his hold around her. "Tell him to wait," he muttered drowsily. "I need at least five more minutes with you."Sabrina slapped his arm gently. "
"Cum, pretty girl. Do you like riding my hard cock? You do, don't you? I want to feel you cum on my cock." His fingers on my nipple become more forceful. "How is it? Let me know how much you want my cock inside you." I moan louder and my thrusts become more urgent. His hands reach my hips to stabilize me."Play with your breasts for me. I want to see you pleasure yourself. Make yourself cum for me." My hands roam to my breasts and I fondle them tenderly while Benedict sits there watching. My fingers find the nipples and rotate them in my hands, forward and backward motion, until increasing the pressure to a considerable sharpness. This is as if the noise of my body had reached an unbelievable level when feeling a deep rolling pleasure. I start grinding my hips into his furiously, feeling the orgasm wash over me.A deep, warm lethargic feeling seeps into my bones as I lower myself down onto Benedict's chest. I place little kisses all over while I let him feel the involuntary orgasmic
"Benedict!!!". I gasp out his name. "Hmmm?" he hums in answer, his tongue never stopping. "Benedict, suck my clit," I close my eyes tightly. His tongue grazes my clit before he ever responds, causing my legs to suddenly jerk. "All you ever have to do is ask." His lips close around my swollen clit and he sucks gently. I practically levitate off the bed, shouting his name.He inserts two fingers inside and slowly pumps them in and out. Now it's his turn to moan in appreciation as my pussy floods onto his hands and mouth. It seems to last forever; I'm just on the edge and it feels too good to be real! I cannot lie still, my legs thrash about and he must pin me down as he sucks softly and licks his tongue over my hot, swollen clit. I squeal a little when he sucks hard, and then I am cumming. My legs clench together, and I spasm on his hands and mouth, shuddering and shivering and emitting small contented purrs. He crawls up over me, and I wrap my arms around him, pulling him close to me
Michael sucks hard, then nips gently. it's driving me mad when he pauses and leans across my face. I draw my hand forward and cup his cheek lightly. When I've steadied a little, he asks, "Anywhere else?"I just glance at him, and he clears the cover off the bed, fully exposing my body. His right hand weaves in my hair as he comes in close for another kiss while his left hand hoists my gown. His hot palm feels wonderful against the cool air as he places it directly above my panty line."Nowhere else? Are you sure?" he teases me. His eyes twinkle when I raise my hips in silent appeal. "Come on," he coaxes, wanting to hear me say it. His hand caresses across the crest of my pelvis, almost there! I pull his head close to my lips and kiss his ear, then whisper hotly, "Please." My tongue darts into his ear and his hips thrust forward, letting me feel that delicious hardness pressed tightly into my hip. "Mmmm, please what, pretty girl?" his hand continues in slow, lazy circles right abo
She smiled against his lips, her hand resting over his. "I've always been yours, Benedict."A loud honk from the car behind them made Benedict groan in frustration as he reluctantly pulled away. "Damn impatient drivers ruining my romantic moment."Sabrina giggled, squeezing his hand playfully. "Patience, love. We have forever."He let out a dramatic sigh of breath and shook his head as he kept on driving. "Forever is too far away, yet. If I had my way, I'd marry you tonight."Sabrina playfully feigned offense. "What about my dress? My veil? The wedding we just spent all day planning?"He smirked. "Fine, you win. But don't be surprised if I drag you out of the reception early to get started on our honeymoon."Her cheeks went pink enough to glow. She bit back her lip and exclaimed, "Benedict Thompson, you're impossible."He grinned, winking. "And you adore me."Sabrina let out a soft burble, relaxed her head on the seat back and said in eyes that struggled to stay awake, "I do. Truly, t
She showed sample wedding invitations then."Do you want it old-fashioned with gold foiling? Or modern, saying something special?"Sabrina ran her fingers over the elegant wedding invitations, loving all the details. "I want the calligraphy kind, soft floral designs, and in gold accents."Benedict smirked. "Whatever makes her happy."Sabrina looked at Eliza. "As for the guest list, we want something small and intimate—just close family and friends."Eliza nodded. "That's perfect. How many guests are you thinking?"Benedict replied, "Maybe around fifty to seventy people. We want it personal, not a grand social event."Eliza smiled. "That's a beautiful choice. A wedding should be about love, not spectacle."Sabrina's heart was warm. Everything was finally falling into place.The changing lines accurately reflect both the state's social engineering technologies and your own inner struggles. "Exactly. We don't need over the top. Just an intimate wedding with people we love."Eliza, their