Benson felt her soft lips intertwined in his. He loved it. It was like he was becoming aware of life in a different way. He calmed and savored every moment he habitually neglected in the past. He was like a baby growing up and experiencing things for the first time except he wasn't. Everything Alita does, everything about her cuts deeper than the surface. She took him tenderly as they kissed. It was deeper than just their lips touching, it was thousands of words spoken in tiny fractures of time. Her tongue searched his. He was willing to be found. It took longer than he had expected as Alita let her longing for him, the same that he had for her, overtake her. She let it all loose on him and he was overwhelmed.An amazing trait of Benson is that he always thinks ahead of time, so in the heat of their passionate kissing, her let down the front seats until they were lying flat.Alita smiled amidst kissing him and immediately left her seat and pushed him down to cross her legs over him
58.Benson wrapped his hand around Alita's waist and pressed her against his body. He thought to remove her bra so it would be out of his way for what he had in mind. She was still regaining her grip on her body but she helped him remove the bra completely.His hand went back to her waist, grabbing her hip this time. She yelped when he tightened his grip and rammed his stud deep inside her. She pressed her lips against her teeth as she raised her face to his. Her body was shaking. She placed her trembling hands on both his abs so she could feel his muscles while he fucked her. He studied her face while slowly thrusting in and out of her. She was still biting on her lips, her brows were knitted, and her eyes were almost closed but he could see her beautiful eyes. Her face twisted the more whenever he was inside her, just before he would slip out and go back out. He could see her longing for him to go faster on her face. She looked at him and then jerked her head upward and began slowl
59.Benson had thought Charity, his ex-wife, was the one for him –his one true love as they say it. Hell, he even married her and lived with her for a couple of years. She changed like a switch was flipped in her mind. She became intoxicated with the wealth he acquired and with the public recognition that came with his success as he climbed up the ladder of immense wealth.She turned from the loving and caring girl that supported him all the way to the top, whom he fell in love with from back in the day when he was a struggling young man on the streets hustling to make ends meet, to only care about how she looked and what she wore. She became carried away with being known as the wife of the fastest growing business man in LA rather than with being his wife, the woman he so needed. She withdrew from spending time with him to worshipping herself and attending any events she could find just to appear grand and expensive in the papers. Outside, she was the woman at the side the successfu
60.That night, after they were back and after she fed Julie and tucked her in for the night, Alita sat down on Julie's bed, legs crossed and palms spread over her thighs. Her favorite seating position for when she was deep in thought. Not that she was aware that was how she almost always sat whenever she wanted to digest anything in her mind. She just finds it a comfortable pose to engage her mind. She wanted to think about what to do next in her little scheme but as soon as she sighed and closed her eyes, pictures of her and Richie back in the day invaded her thoughts.Richie thought her how to survive out there on the streets when she worked for him. They were close and back then she could say he filled the void her father left when he died. She had the slightest idea that she was just a means to an end that he was keeping a close eye on rather than caring for like she thought he was. "In the line of work, you have to know the bad guys better than you know yourself and know how t
61.For Alita to get the detective, her partner, and a few others to leave the station she had to mess with Ana's body in a way that would draw so much attention. She had done it before so finding her way back to the slab room in the hospital was easy but opening Ana up and burying nylon of cocaine inside her and sowing her back up was the hard part. After testing the drug sample she got out of Ana, she found out that it wasn't completely raw but it was top grade. They used to grade cocaine in percentages according to how diluted they were. Ana had been loaded up with eighty percent high-grade cocaine after being murdered. It was just utter disrespect.Alita knew where she would find that grade of cocaine. She knew the customers that bought it directly from Richie to sell it in the black market to paranoid wealthy men who wouldn't want the word out that they do drugs. She had made enough money to afford a good quantity of cocaine so she set out to get it. But there was one problem.
62.Alita watched the police officer that escorted her to the cell as he walked back. She waited until she stopped hearing his footsteps before climbing up the bed and pushing up a compartment of the ceiling that lead into the ceiling. She raised one leg to the window from the bed and spread her palms on the wall, then flexed her muscle and push herself up until her other leg was on the wall where her palms were and her hands had pushed the ceiling open. She put her head through and managed to raise the rest of her body she was out of the cell and in the vent. SShe had memorized which turn would lead to where so she was above the room where they kept both staff and case files in no time. She came down and searched through the files until she found the one that had the detective's picture. She sneered as she read the name out, "Martha Stewart." Alita stood there learning all she could about Detective Martha Stewart: she had only two cases unsolved and thereby closed in her entire twe
63"She didn't die of drug?" Martha asked into the air, scrunching up her face as she stared at Ana's hand. "But the autopsy that came along with her body said she was pumped with too much cocaine so she died," she crossed her hands over her chest.The fat guy that Alita scared off from the slab room to Dr. Chris's office the first time she came cleared his throat and everybody turned to look at him. He raised his hand nervously and Martha gestured for him to speak. "Ours is different," he said looking downwards."What do you mean different?" Martha asked."She has broken ribs and bruises around her neck from being strangled," He said, fiddling with his fingers."What? Why wasn't I informed about this?" Martha asked.He looked at her and nodded and said, "I did the autopsy only a few days ago so… I didn't know what to do with it. I didn't want to get myself into trouble or anything. I was just supposed to put her in the slab but since there wasn't an autopsy, I thought doing one for t
64."Hey," Alita said when she walked into Benson's room and found him sitting down bed, hugging his thighs and lost in his thoughts. He didn't even hear her come in. "How're you holding up," she asked, her face contorted and her voice soft and tender like she was staring at a broken toy and asking out to nothing why it was broken whether it could be fixed. She hated seeing him like that –gloomy and dejected. "I didn't hear you come in," Benson said in a deep husky, and tired voice. He had probably been awake throughout the night. "I told you this was out of bounds," he chuckled. She gave a mirthless laugh and then said, "You should know by now that I mostly do what I am asked not to. You just make it irresistible for me when you say don't do this or that," she smiled weakly, studying him. 'I couldn't stop worrying about you. I hate to be left alone when I am something worries me enough to keep me awake at night. I always over-stretch my mind over the matter and end up thinking too
It took a few days for things to come back to normal between Alita and Benson. It almost felt like the getting-to-know each other phase of their relationship just with serious sexing and less conversations, and she was sleeping on the same bed with him, yet.Alita had changed a bit in about a month they were separated. She had gatherer enough money to start her dream styling firm to incorporate her into the fashion industry, where she had always believed she belonged, which meant she had no time for nannying, although it wasn't all that necessary because she was used to taking Julie with her already. The problem was that Benson missed her presence more at home.They managed and in no time, came back to full connectivity.Benson kept his break up with Alita away from his mother. He couldn't afford her drama. And she was going to scold him for letting Alita go.Alita too didn't tell anyone. Sarah thought her disappearance was because Benson impregnated his ex-wife. She was shocked when
Benson stayed in his house almost emptying his bar. He switched his phone off so nobody would disturb him. He was devastated. He had been living a lie all the while. Many times, Sarah and Luke came to look for but he never came out. It didn’t look like he was in the house.He just had to call off their engagement. She went too far and he couldn’t live with it. He couldn’t help but imagine how his life would have been if Alita came out and told him she Julie was his flesh and blood.It was unbelievable. Chris had assured him that he was impotent and that they had tried everything but nothing worked. He had to know for sure and the only way to that is to go back to the beginning.For the first time ever since that day, Benson went out of the house. He went to the hospital to meet and confront Chris about what Alita had told. There had been too many lies and falsehood around his life in the recent days and knowing this one truth or lie, whichever it would turn out to be, would be liberat
“I was scared you would leave me if I told so I didn’t. This is me as I am, covetous. I don’t regret keeping this away from you but I am sorry I did. I mean it when I say I would do anything to keep you with me forever, and this—this was something I thought I had to do. I love you and I don’t want to lose you,” he peered into her eyes. “Please don’t hate me. Don’t stop loving me. I there were many times I wanted to tell you but how does a man walk up to his dear love and tell her to forget about any dream of ever having her own children?”“I knew, Benson,” Alita looked down as she pressed her lips together. “I knew if I stayed with you, I wouldn’t have any children but it didn’t matter to me because I love you so I stayed. I got so wrapped up in my mind with jealousy and contempt that it escaped my mind. I felt threatened and intimidated by her that I let her get in my head with her selfish words,” she leaned of the wall and held her hands in front of her.“You knew. How?” Benson’s br
The moment long waited for was there, and Alita wore a smile that evening as Charity stated she was leaving. It felt unreal that the whole ominous atmosphere was clearing already.“It is nice having you,” Alita waved her hand at Charity. “You can pop and high any time you want,” she lied.I don’t want to ever see you here again.As the door slid open, Alita shut her eyes and drew in a long breath, absorbing the relief in the air. She had missed the feeling. Her joy was cut short when she heard Charity’s voice.Haven’t you left?“I can’t go like this,” CHarity exclaimed, shaking her head as she shut her eyes. “I wanted to keep it to myself, but I just can’t,” she sniffled.Alita glanced at Benson, and he bobbed his head. “What are you talking about?” she held her hand to her chest.“He knows,” Charity pointed at Benson.Alita turned to Benson and batted her lashes numerously at him.“Know what exactly? Where are you driving?” Benson inclined his head and folded his hands across his che
Alita was shocked to see the door slide open. Benson just walked to his room, and they were the only two people that could open the door.She balled her fist, waiting to see the figure standing in front of the door. She couldn’t see the face of the woman but as the door slid wider, she recognized who it was.Freaking Charity!Charity was the least of people she could expect to see. Many questions raged through Alita’s mind but the most outstanding was how she could open the door.“Benson,” Alita Bellowed crossing her hands on her chest as she jotted her hips, giving Charity a once over.“Yeah, babe,” Benson answered from his room.“You have a visitor,” Alita pushed her lips forward as she swayed her body from side to side.“I don’t have plans to—“Hi there,” Charity flickered her fingers in the air, smiling excessively as she looked over at Benson. “I let myself in,” her eyes went round. She looked around and observed the living room. “Things have changed here, haven’t they?” she snic
At Sarah’s wedding, Alita wasn't the only one wishing to enjoy the bliss of a wedding day and, after it, the certainty that comes with elevating their commitment to a more permanent situation.Benson had the intention to propose to Alita the day he came back and met her in a pool of blood. He had planned it all head in his head. The band, everyone involved.He wanted it to be a prestigious surprise. She had always said she wished she was a princess, and he wanted to make her feel more than that. She was his queen, and he wanted to show her that she deserved to have everything she wanted.Benson felt he was ready to move forward with their relationship. She was perfect for him, and he needed to ensure that she remained his till the end of time.Before the morning he had intended to propose to her, he had planned how everything would go with everyone he thought necessary to involve. He would ask her out for a date and then surprise her when she got out of the house with her favorite ban
"Let's go on a date," Benson said pouring wine into two glasses form them. "We haven't gone anywhere, we haven't gone out ever since…" his eyes snapped close as memories of almost losing Alita to the jaw of death flashed through his mind–not sonething you wouldn't want to remember, not even randomly. "What do you think?" He asked.Alita's face lit up and she giggled sharply. "Are you serious right now?" She squinted at him as she extended her hand and collected her drink. She gingerly whirled the glass before a sip and moaning to the taste that surprised her. "This is amazing," she nodded and took another sip. "What in God's name do I say to that?" She pursed her lips and raised her chin, playfully scowling at him."I don't know," he laughed softly, looking the other way as set himself on the arm of the chair she was seated on."You must be high," Alita jabbed her finger into his side and he yelped moving away. "Should you when ask me about it? You could have surprised me," she scrunc
126Julie was Alita's only company as the days went by. As expected, everyone around her was distant. She would sit on the bed in Julie's room and talk to her, even though she knew Julie wouldn't understand what she was saying, it was comforting that she could talk to someone about the burden in her heart and how everyone all her loved ones were avoiding her.Sarah blocked Alita and cut all contacts from her. Alita went to their apartment and saw that Sarah had changed the lock. She went to Luke's house but didn't find anybody at home. It was while walking back to Benson's place that she realized they would have gone for their honeymoon.They say no mother could hate her own but it wasn’t looking like it for Alita. She hadn’t heard from her mother ever since her confession. He called but got no answer, texted but got no reply. She tried to go and see her at Chris’s apartment but couldn’t. One time, she was standing right in front of the door but froze when she raised her hand to knock
Dumbfounded and dwindling between anger and confusion, Benson cleared his throat. The place went absolutely silent. “Why didn’t you say anything about it? You could have told me. I feel betrayed right now,” he face-palmed. “I just want to go home,” he breathed heavily. “I can’t believe it at all. I just can’t believe our friendship was built on lies all this while. We promised to…” Sarah whined and cried. “All this while, Alita, I thought we were best friends. I told you everything and I thought you did the same,” she turned and wrapped her hands around Luke, looked up at him, and muttered, “please take me out of here.”“Please don’t leave me like this,” Alita extended her hand as she moaned. Her throat patched as she watched Luke lead Sarah out of the room. She was too weak to move and she couldn’t possibly follow after Sarah when Benson was there also preparing to leave.“Let’s go home,” Benson looked at Alita with pain in his eyes. She wiped her face and dragged herself up.Ivy sa