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Falling For His Dirty Trap Fifty sevenn
Hillary Home.I used to think home was like a house where your mom and dad and immediate family lived. I don’t think so anymore. I think home is wherever you want it to be. Wherever you have gotten so used to and comfortable in. And there can be more than one home. Home is not a building; sometimes it’s not even the people—it’s just you.I fidget with the Cartier bracelet set around my wrist. The one Ben got me. I don’t know why I can’t stop worrying about him. He is not a baby; he is a full-grown adult that knows how to handle himself. Plus, it’s only been like seven days. But I can’t help but worry. Isabel traveled for the holidays too, which means Ben’s all alone. He doesn’t have any friends—well, I doubt that Charlie or Julian would offer to spend their holidays with Ben—which means that he is alone, chugging popcorn and doing all those nerdy things, and also forgetting to eat dinner, which is like the only meal he eats in the day.I wonder how he gets to keep his breathtaking ab
Falling For His Dirty Trap Fifty sixx
Hillary “Adam,” my voice trembles, much worse than my hands are right now. I immediately get out from behind his desk so I’m not in a position where he could easily hit me on the head with a fire extinguisher or slit my throat with a pocket knife and cover up my murder.I watch the darkness swallow his face, his jaw clenching and unclenching. “Why are you going through my stuff?” he demands.“Excuse me? Inappropriate photos of me is your stuff?” Anger bellows through me. I didn't notice when Georgia walked in.“What? Inappropriate photos?” She furrows her brows, then moves her eyes to the stack of photos I’m holding.I block her path with my arm and keep her away from the bloody creep, who is brewing with anger like I didn’t just catch him with a stack of my photos. I never would have thought that a person as warm and kind as Adam would fly a camera drone just to take compromising photos of me in my own room.“Don’t, if you call the cops, this is going to get so much worse. Keep the
Falling For His Dirty Trap Fifty fivee
Hillary“You really like waffles,” Ben’s voice breaks through my thoughts.I fight the urge to look up at him. We haven’t spoken to each other casually since that night—basically like a month ago—after he said he only cares about me. Care. Puff. Good thing we cleared that up. I really thought that there was something there for me, for us. Care. He just cares about me.Well, Jake loves me, and that’s really important to me. And he chose to stay this Christmas for me, no stupid job trip to London with Jackie.“You are leaving tomorrow, aren’t you?” Ben asks again, and I give no response, stuffing my mouth with warm, crispy waffles.Today is the fifteenth of December, and my kind boss gave me a holiday break for two weeks and four days—that’s now until the fourth of January. Time moving fast scares me, and I don’t know why, it’s just running so fast. At first, I thought that the break was too long, and to be honest, it’s because I wouldn't get to see Bentley for so long. Ridiculous and
Falling For His Dirty Trap Fifty fourr
Hillary “Yeah, sure,” Georgia answers Ben before I can tell him to fuck off and leave us alone. Let’s be real, I could actually never say that because I like him like a little thirteen-year-old girl with a crush. I hate to admit it, but I do. And there are so many things I like about him, but—“Ouch…” I wince when Bentley barely hits me as he flies over the couch and sits in between the both of us. Our blanket rests on his lap because he is too long to fold like we did. He steals our popcorn and candy too, but I don’t mind. I like that he is here, sitting so close to me. His freshly showered body scent fills my nostrils. We sit in complete silence watching the movie, and I’m almost surprised that Georgia hasn’t said anything for a while now.“Excuse me,” I mumble, slipping out of the blanket and going to use the downstairs toilet.I return to the dark living room. Only the light from the TV and the kitchen provides a bit of lightening, and then I see that Georgia is asleep. Her head
Falling For His Dirty Trap Fifty threee
Hillary “Thank you,” my soft, shaky voice breaks the silence as we step out of the elevator.“Thank your boyfriend, not me,” he says, walking past me to the front door.I know Jake asked him, but he spent much more than Jake would be willing to pay back. “I know, but thank you too,” I insist. Bentley doesn’t respond; he just pushes the door open and walks in.“Jesus Christ! Finally. Did you both go on a date or something?” Georgia gets off the couch and discards the large bag of chips she was eating.Ben and I look at each other, and then back at her.“Awww, Team Billary,” she grins like a fool.I am too embarrassed to look at Ben. He must think I’m some pathetic little girl who has confessed her love for her boss to her best friend, and now she ships us together.“Stop.” I grit. “What do you want anyway?” I hiss.“Kiss me,” she says, pointing to her cheek.I kiss her, and then my eyes catch the gigantic gift basket by her legs.“What’s that?” I ask her.“Ohh yeah, Jake called me, se
Falling For His Dirty Trap Fifty twoo
Hillary “Ben, Ben?” I shake him gently again.I don’t mind him sleeping, if there’s one thing he doesn’t get much of, it is sleep. And at times like this, when he falls asleep at work, I just want to let him be. But it’s been three hours, and the worst part is how much he’s been sweating and whimpering in his sleep. I heard Isabel snapping at him for thrashing the rest of his drugs just because he felt good already.Now I’m worried he might be dying in his sleep or something. I mean, that’s far-fetched, but still, he is drenched, and the AC is on full blast.“Ben,” I shake again, harder this time, and he finally groans and lifts his head.“Jesus Christ, are you okay?” I ask.It takes him a minute to sit up and open his eyes properly. He squints at me, pushing his curls back.“Where am I? What happened?” he asks.I crease my brows at him. “We drove here from the other office, and you fell asleep here over the controls of—”He sits straight, scanning me like he is searching for somethi
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