Millionaire Girlfriend

Chapter 38: Chapter 38 - very bad trip

As usual, Clarence Benjamin Turner always woke up very early in the morning. Most of the time, he would head to work long before anyone else arrived at the office. But this time, he had gotten up later, and his destination was somewhere other than his workplace.

"Good morning. Is Carl home?" he asked a housekeeper at his cousin Carl’s house.

It had been more than five days since he had last seen Carl, who had fallen into alcohol after his wife divorced him and he discovered that the child he had loved all this time was actually someone else’s. As Carl’s only true friend, Ben felt that he had to comfort him as best as he could.

"Good morning, Mr. Benjamin. Yes, Mr. Carl is in the kitchen. He’s making brownies," the woman replied.

Ben was a little surprised. He had expected to find Carl passed out in his bed with a terrible hangover.

He went to the kitchen, and, to his surprise, Carl was actually there cooking.

"What are you doing?" Ben asked, surprised to see Carl calmly cooking as if all his problems had suddenly disappeared.

"Benjamin, my brother. I’m glad to see you. I was actually thinking about you," Carl said, wrapping his arms around Ben.

Even though Ben found Carl’s behavior strange, he didn’t question it. Maybe whatever was going on with him was better than seeing him drunk from morning to night.

"Did you buy a motorcycle?" Ben asked when he noticed a racing helmet with a dark shell and tinted visor sitting on the kitchen table.

"No," Carl replied.

"Want a brownie?" he asked, holding out a plate with dozens of freshly baked brownies.

"Why not? I haven’t eaten anything yet," Ben replied. He usually ate a little later, but he wasn’t going to turn down a brownie his cousin had clearly prepared with care.

"Take three."

Benjamin did as he was told.

"Hmm, these are delicious. Where did you learn to cook?" Ben asked, never expecting to enjoy something Carl had cooked this much.

But he immediately regretted asking when Carl’s expression turned sad.

"I learned how to cook so I could make snacks for... for..." Carl said, but the final word refused to come out.

He had taken cooking lessons from his housekeeper so he could prepare something for the child he believed was his son and build an emotional bond with him. But now, that was no longer possible. The child had never been his to begin with, even though Carl had grown to love him.

Carl picked up another brownie and ate it, then offered two more to Ben, who happily accepted them. He stayed by the kitchen counter, watching Carl cook.

A few minutes later, ...

"So, what’s the helmet for?" Benjamin asked, still unable to understand what a racing helmet was doing in the kitchen.

"It’s for pssspspssps," Carl replied, his voice becoming increasingly difficult to understand.

It wasn’t Carl’s voice that was the problem.

Benjamin suddenly felt his arm becoming heavy. His feet felt as though they were nailed to the floor, while his heart began pounding rapidly, as if it were about to burst out of his chest.

"Huh?" Ben asked, unable to understand what Carl had said.

Carl said another word, even more incomprehensible than the first.

"I don’t understand what you’re saying, but I think I..."

Ben blinked.

The scene changed.

He was no longer in Carl’s kitchen. Judging by the color of the ceiling, he had no idea where he was.

And he was lying on a comfortable chair, feeling a rather pleasant sensation between his legs.

Benjamin lowered his head and was shocked to see a woman sucking his dick. At least, he thought it was a woman because of the long hair. But when the person raised their head, Benjamin froze in shock. The person he had thought was a beautiful woman was actually a trans woman.

"You’re finally awake, sweetheart," the person said in an almost masculine voice.

Benjamin jumped to his feet in shock and quickly zipped up his pants.

"Who are you? And where am I?" he asked, panicking.

"Hey guys, he’s awake!" the person shouted instead of answering him.

Benjamin panicked and ran toward the exit he had noticed nearby. The person tried to stop him, but he didn’t listen to a word they were saying. He ran like a madman down a seemingly endless corridor until he finally collapsed from exhaustion onto... nothing.

Because somehow, as if by magic, he found himself back in the same place as before.

But this time, Carl was standing in front of him, saying something that Ben couldn’t make out. It was as though his ears were completely blocked. He couldn’t hear a single word.

He was far too focused on eating another brownie.

"Oh, no!"

It finally hit him.

There had to be something in the brownies. Some kind of drug.

He immediately stood up and threw the brownie away.

"Finally! Are you going to stop eating them now?" Carl said, his voice filled with relief. He was holding the racing helmet that had been sitting in his house.

"What did you put in these brownies?" Ben asked, feeling the effects of the brownie he had just eaten becoming stronger and stronger.

"Some mushrooms I hadn’t tested yet. But now I understand that they make people extremely hyperactive. I couldn’t tell you..."

But Ben blacked out again.

When he came to, he was somewhere strangely familiar.

He was in the warehouse, having sex with the pretty intern Carl had slept with a few weeks earlier. Ben had her pressed against a wall, one of her legs lifted as he fucked her while she moaned with pleasure.

Benjamin had no idea how he had ended up in this situation, but he wasn’t going to stop. The intern’s pussy was so hot and tight that Benjamin’s cock felt like it was in heaven.

’ Too bad there’s a camera in the records warehouse,’ Ben suddenly remembered.

"Don’t stop. It feels so good," the intern said when Ben paused for a moment to look up at the camera.

But he felt relieved when he saw that the camera was broken, which was strange since it had still been working yesterday. That wasn’t important right now.

He turned the intern around and pressed her against the wall, then leaned forward to take her from behind. The intern’s mouth fell open from the pleasure of the penetration as Ben fucked her hard, moving back and forth.

Ben didn’t know what was wrong with him, but he felt unbelievably good. He even thought he could keep going for another two hours.

A wide smile appeared on his face as he watched the intern’s beautiful ass pushed toward him while his cock continued pounding her pussy.

But when he blinked, he suddenly found himself teleported somewhere else, and his vision was restricted as if his head were trapped inside something.

He immediately took off the helmet, though he had no idea how it had ended up on his head.

He thought it was the helmet Carl had been carrying around, but it was actually a different one. Benjamin was standing in the hallway leading to his uncle’s office.

Remembering Carl, he wondered where he had gone and, more importantly, where the pretty intern he’d been fucking so wildly moments earlier had disappeared to.

"Carl, what the hell is going on? I was in the warehouse, and I was....."

He stopped talking when he saw what Carl was holding.

"Why are you carrying a gun? That’s dangerous," Benjamin said.

"I think I killed him." Carl said, clearly panicked after just coming out of his father’s office. " I saw what they did in his office and warned him, but he didn’t take me seriously. Then I accidentally pulled the trigger. It was an accident,"

Benjamin was still to high to understand what Carl was talking about.

"Do you know what happened in the records warehouse?" Benjamin asked.

"This is all her fault. She’s going to pay for what she did to me. Come on, we’re going after her," Carl said as he stepped into the elevator.

All Benjamin heard was ’ we’re going after her.’

So he followed, hoping for a second round with the pretty intern.

They eventually reached the underground parking garage, and Ben assumed the woman might be waiting there.

But as they approached Carl’s car, three bodyguards blocked their path. One of them was holding Carl’s helmet.

"Sir, unfortunately, we can’t let you drive in your current condition. But if you need to go somewhere, I’ll be your driver," the man said.

Carl seemed to think about it for a moment.

"Fine. But can you give me my helmet back?"

The man handed him the helmet while the other guards returned to their vehicles a little farther away.

But as the bodyguard opened the driver’s door, Carl violently struck him in the head with the helmet, causing the man to collapse.

"Get in!" Carl shouted at Benjamin.

Ben obeyed without arguing. He had no idea what was really going on, but he wasn’t going to let anyone get between him and the pretty intern.

"Put on your seat belt and your helmet," Carl ordered.

Ben did as he was told.

Then Carl slammed his foot on the accelerator of his incredibly fast car, speeding off to catch up with his ex-wife, Lucinda, and make her pay for everything she’d done to him.

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