The return of Benjamin Grayson

[Brak!] Benjamin landed on the street floor. His helmet bashed as he groaned in pain. Some passersby ran towards him and shouted for somebody to call 911. “Who is the maniac that was driving this car!?” One of the bystanders looked trying to catch a glimpse of the owner of the SUV vehicle. The door opened slowly, and Rita got down. She looked at Benjamin with disdain and smirked. “You should have taken a good look before you decided to cross the road.” Everyone kept silent. They all knew who Rita Moore was. Her family was the richest and most influential elite in the country. No one dares go against them. The wailing ambulance got there, and immediately Benjamin was thrown into the back of the bus. “ Here.” Rita threw a paper on Benjamin as the door was about to be shut. Benjamin, who was in pain, didn't know who Rita was. As his eyes closed, all he could see was her brown hair and golden eyes. She was indeed a beauty to behold. “You had some broken ribs and a fractured bone. Nothing a good night's rest and sleep can't fix. You should be up and about in nothing less than two weeks.” Doctor Morgan said, writing him down some prescriptions. “Two weeks!” Benjamin opened his eyes in anger. He was supposed to be fit. He had just gotten a contract to be a security guard for one of the prominent figures in the country. “Thank you, doctor.” Benjamin was about to walk out of the room when the doctor called him back. “ Ah! The woman that hit you dropped something.” Doctor Morgan opened his drawer and brought out a piece of paper. “Thank you.” Ben said without looking at the content. He was more worried, and he looked at his phone each time. One would think he was expecting a money alert or something. He was about to walk out when his phone rang. “Yes, you are talking to him.” Ben said with his heart thudding violently. "Congratulations, Mr. Benjamin Grayson. You can resume work on Monday at Moore's villa. Please be punctual, and you should know that you are not representing yourself, but you are the face of the entire Nelson Guard. So behave yourself.” The voice said “Yes, I will. I am grateful. I promise to.” The line went dead before Ben could speak further. Benjamin jumped up like he had won a lottery. His mind went back to the things he was going to do when he got his first job. He needed a girlfriend too and also needed to change his apartment. He sure needs a lot of things. Ben remembered the paper the doctor gave him and immediately brought it out of his pocket. “ What! This can't be.” Ben squeezed his lips. He later shrugged and believed the name of my tally, and it might not definitely be the naughty lady that hit him. ***************************************************************************** [MOORE’S MANSION] Moore's Mansion was a breathtakingly exquisite estate that epitomized luxury and sophistication. Nestled amidst meticulously manicured gardens and towering trees, the mansion's grandeur was evident the moment you stepped onto the winding driveway. The exterior facade was a masterful blend of modern and classic architecture, with sleek lines, soaring columns, and expansive windows that seemed to stretch up to the sky. The walls were crafted from the finest Italian marble, with a subtle sheen that caught the sunlight and radiated an aura of opulence. As you approached the entrance, a stunning fountain came into view, its crystal-clear waters dancing in harmony with the soft chirping of birds. The massive wooden doors, adorned with intricate carvings, swung open to reveal a spacious foyer that was nothing short of awestruck. Inside, the mansion was a symphony of lavish furnishings, exquisite artwork, and impeccable design. Crystal chandeliers refracted rainbow hues across the polished marble floors, while plush carpets in rich jewel tones added warmth and texture to the expansive rooms. Every detail, from the delicate frescoes on the ceiling to the precision-cut crystal glasses on the bar, screamed perfection. This was a home where every whim was catered to, every comfort considered, and every luxury indulged. As you wandered through the mansion's vast spaces, you couldn't help but feel the weight of history and the whispers of secrets hidden within its walls. This was Moore's Mansion, a testament to the family's wealth, power, and influence—a true masterpiece of elegance and refinement. “You bring nothing but shame to this family!” A voice rang through the main hall, sending a cold shiver to the family. Thomas Moore, a man in his late eighties, shouted while walking into the gigantic house with a walking stick. “You know the man down, and you didn't even bother to make sure he was alright, and now look at this!” Felix dropped a tab on the table, and Xavier couldn't say a word. “Is this how you trained your daughter?” Thomas asked again. Penelope, who was Rita’s mother, wanted to say a word, but the look on Thomas' face made her shut up. “I am sorry, father; that is why I am getting her a guard who will take care of her and make sure she is not naughty.” Xavier said, looking at his father, who was fuming with anger. “A guard? Don't worry about that. I made sure I was meticulous about who was going to be her guard. I want someone who is smart and can handle her behavior. Someone she is going to fear.” Thomas said, crossing her legs. Felix walked closer to him and passed him his phone. “Hello, is he ready?” Thomas looked up with a smirk. “Good, very well. Make sure he resumes first thing tomorrow morning.” Thomas said slowly getting to his feet. “Ain't you having supper with us, father?” Penelope said with a smile. She was good at changing Thomas' mind each time Rita misbehaved, but this time, Thomas has had enough. “ ”You are going to visit the hospital the young man is in and ask for his forgiveness.” Thomas said, finally walking out. Rita sighs as she slumps into her chair. “Do you know who the young man is,mother?” She asked, squeezing her face

Rita opened the curtain and smiled, She was suppose to meet her boyfriend, Maxwell today. She rushed into her bathroom to have a warm bath. Rita stood in front of the mirror sampling her body structure. She was was a grown woman waiting to be bedded,she was still a virgin. The thought of having Maxwell that day was all she could think about. " I am not going to be a twenty two year old virgin anymore." She said slowly looking at her standing and erected breast. The mere thought of Maxwell inside of her made her body hot and she could feel herself getting wet. " Stop, Rita. concentrate." She said slowly entering her bathtub " Rita!, You are going to be late." Penelope called out to her " Just a minute,mum." Rita replied trying to get ready. She looked at the shoe rack that was displaying all sorts of various shoes down to some expensive sneakers. " This won't do." Rita said slowly eyeing all the shoes she had got. It almost looked like she wasn't the one that bought