A Deal With The Billionaire

EPISODE SEVENTY SEVEN

THEME: Sweet Revenge

CONNECTICUT, UNITED STATE OF AMERICA

BENJAMIN WILLIAMS APARTMENT

Benjamin stood at the entrance of his apartment with a glare shooting at his friend. Christopher nodded his head awkwardly, short of words. He didn’t know what he was meant to say. He had tried calling Benjamin consistently to talk to him and apologize for what had happened between them the last time. However, he had ignored every calls. But with a determined mind to get on good terms with his friend; he had left home as early as possible to meet him at home. Christopher had placed a call to his personal assistant to affirm if he was home.

Christopher wanted to share the good news with him so bad and couldn’t wait till the moment Benjamin’s anger would dissipate. He felt relieved and happy that he had seek for Raven’s forgiveness.

They had both had a good time last night. The movie and food complimented the moment. In the relaxed moment, he noticed how more beautiful she looked without the makeup. She was a natural beauty and with a pleasant personality too. He couldn’t deny the sultry thoughts that kept boggling his mind whenever she swiped her tongue on her lips.

Memories of the night keep coming back to him, it had only taken a long visit to the bathroom and self restraint to not jump on her. He must be really sex starved to even have such thoughts.

Christopher called himself back to the present and he looked up at his friend.

“Good morning.” Christopher greeted awkwardly, scratching his head.

Benjamin folded both of his arms on his chest and he raised a brow. “What do you want?”

Christopher grinned. “Best friend, are you still that pissed at me?”

“It’s my feelings and I can own it for as long as I want. You wouldn’t be the one to tell me when and how my anger should last.”

Christopher heaved a sigh as he shoved both of his hands in his pants pockets. “Still, don’t you feel the issue on ground isn’t that deep?”

“It isn’t deep to you, but it is to me. Is that all you have to say?” Benjamin was tapping his feet impatiently. “I still need to get me some sleep. I came back home at early hours of this morning.”

“We could save ourselves the inconvenience if you let me in.” Christopher grinned.

Benjamin gave him a curt look. “I am so not interested in having a proud person as yourself in my house. How about that?”

“Ben!” Christopher groaned. “Please will you quit being so annoying. I said I am sorry.”

“Have you pleaded with Raven?” His forehead creased with a frown on his face.

“Why would I come to your doorstep if I didn’t do the exact thing that made you so pissed?”

“Was it sincere or you only did it to please me?”

Christopher scoffed, swatted his friend aside and opened the door to the house. Benjamin protested but gave up when he saw Christopher make himself comfortable on a sofa.

“I should have moved you from the door a long while ago. Seems being polite with you leads to nowhere.” Christopher lamented.

Benjamin stood over him with an annoyed glare. “You still haven’t answered my question man. Did you plead with Raven just to please me or you did it sincerely?”

“You think so highly of yourself.” He jested. “I pleaded because I remembered all that happened and realized it was my fault.”

That perked his interest as he sat hurriedly on a beanbag facing Christopher. “So?”

Christopher looked away. “So why are you so interested in what happened?”

“Just fucking tell me.” He sounded pleased.

“Nothing.” Christopher shrugged, looking everywhere except his friend. “We got talking and had dinner.”

Benjamin grazed a finger on his jaw. “Just dinner? Why does it sound like more had happened.” He wiggled his brows.

Christopher rolled his eyes and he smiled lightly. “Get off man. You really have got a dirty mind. Don’t you feel it’s wrong to delve into such with her when I just recently apologized. You want her to think I only did it to satisfy my cock?”

Benjamin scoffed. “Stop pretending that the thoughts never crossed your mind.”

Christopher squinted his eyes at him. “Well maybe, just maybe if you desist from repeating it consistently the thoughts would never cross my mind!”

Throwing his head back in laughter, Benjamin said. “So what do you think about her?”

Christopher took in a deep breath. “I really don’t know why it took me this long to get to know her. I feel like we would have a good friendship.”

“Is that all what this is? Just friendship?” Benjamin asked.

“What else can it be, Ben?”

“I was looking forward to you both planning to have a baby.”

“Since when did you become a matchmaker?”

“Since a long while, if my calculations are correct.” He nodded.

“Really?” Christopher slapped his thigh, standing up as he headed to the kitchen.

“Do not try to wiggle yourself out of this discussion.” Benjamin called out behind him, as he tailed him to the kitchen.

Christopher looked back at his friend. “Sometimes I don’t know who does worse between you, my mom and Ashley. Why do you always have to make me regret having you in my life?”Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

“Well, I wasn’t the one standing on your doorstep at 6:00 am in the morning.”

“Would you ever let me hear the last of this?”

Benjamin grinned mischievously. “Never! How can I let go of such precious moments to be a pain in the ass for you.”

Slamming the yoghurt box he had taken from the fridge on the kitchen counter, he gritted his teeth. “Can you just go to hell, Ben!”

Benjamin caressed his unavailable beards. “Would have thought about it but I am too saintlike to be there.”

Christopher let out a snort before he gulped the contents of the box and relishing its taste. “You really wish don’t you?” He replied smacking his lips.

“Just because I let you in my house doesn’t imply me giving you the right to evade my fridge.” Benjamin whined.

“Stop acting like a baby. It’s not like I have had a full breakfast yet.”

Benjamin opened his mouth. “Don’t you even think I am ever going to make you breakfast.”

Sitting comfortably on the kitchen stool, he grinned. “I will like to see you not try.”

Groaning inwardly, Benjamin mumbled some incoherent words. “You just love spiting me huh?”

Christopher made a face at him. “Oh please don’t be like that. You started this.” He smirked.

Christopher knew eventually he was going to get back at Benjamin for all the early mornings he knocked unannounced at his door without prior notice. Whenever he came back from a late night shoot or early morning hours, he would rather head down to Christopher’s house, and make him prepare breakfast even when Matilda insists on being the one to prepare it. Benjamin would never allow her, saying he would do the same for Christopher if he came around at such odd time.

Revenge felt good as he saw the horror in Benjamin’s eyes.

“Get to work Buddy. Chop! Chop!” He grinned.

“Never forget that I hate you!” Benjamin feign a loud cry.

“Just make me breakfast I am starving!” Christopher jeered.

Opening a drawer, Benjamin pulled out the things he would be needing to make a French toast. Christopher loves french toast. “Why don’t we all have dinner tonight? You, Raven and I.” He suggested, grabbing bread from the fridge. “I would make dinner and could do with Raven’s help.”

Christopher smiled. “Wow! That’s a very good idea. I should call Raven.”

“Please do.”

Christopher unlocked his phone and texted Raven’s line. ‘What do you think of eating at Benjamin’s place after work?’ He typed in excitement.