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Falling For His Dirty Trap Seventy threee
Hillary I sighed, scanning through my roll of sweaters. How do I not have a pink sweater? Any other color will mess up my outfit, but it’s also too cold to go outside like this. Ben has a pink sweater, and I'm pretty sure it is just the same shade as my blouse, or very close. I’d just borrow it and return it.Or should I ask first? He hasn’t responded to my text or taken any of my calls since he left. I’m sure he has me blocked or just completely abandoned his cellphone. I’d text him anyway, just in case.I pick up my phone.Me: Borrowing your pink sweater, thank you.I hit send and scroll through the bunch of other messages I sent that didn’t get a response. Kira says he is fine, but I’m sure if I call just one more time to ask how he is doing again, she’s going to tell me to fuck off and flush her phone, and also spend the rest of the night worrying about why I give so much shit about him.But I miss him. I miss him so much, I’d be lying if I said I didn't. He has been gone for mor
Falling For His Dirty Trap Seventy twoo
Hillary“….and then he filled me up so good I felt him everywhere, deep in my belly and my body was trembling so bad. I’m really under-explaining it, Hilarious, it’s not something you can understand except to see it or feel it, but my point is sex with Leo is amaaazinggg, especially when it’s like me on top of him. Like he is sitting and then I straddle him, and he slowly slips into me, and I get to do the work while he groans and whimpers in satisfaction as I ride him very slowly, and I feel him swell inside of me out of frustration of me torturing him….” Georgia stops talking. “Are you even listening to me, Hillary?”“I am. Leo fucks really well, yes, I understand,” I dust my palms together and pick up a clean strawberry, splashing it with the Dubai pistachio cream and taking a bite. That’s so good.“No, you definitely don’t understand because Jake doesn’t fuck you well, but you are marrying him, so…” she shrugs dismissively.“What? He fucks me just fine, thank you,” I roll my eyes.
Falling For His Dirty Trap Seventy onee
HillaryI stare out at the city with sleepy, groggy eyes. I could see a faint reflection of myself on the glass—messy hair, slacked collar, and tired eyes. Oh my god.I rub my eyes. I should probably go back to sleep and check in at the office when I can, but I’m so used to being up this early for Ben, even though he has been gone a week. It’s really quiet and boring up here without him, but he won’t pick my calls or respond to my texts. Everything work-related that I have to say has to go through Kira. I never believed I’d be so jealous of someone else doing my job. I absolutely hate it much more than I thought I would.I lazily get out of bed, brush my teeth, and take a hot shower after that. I return to my bedroom to see a notification on my phone from Nora that literally reads “fitting today.” I’m not even excited. How can I be when I want a different dress but I can’t have it? I should be excited for the first fitting of my wedding dress but I can’t afford for my dress to cost mo
Falling For His Dirty Trap Seventyy
Bentley My eyes scan the document in front of me, brows furrowed because it’s not as flexible as I wanted it to be, so now I have a lot to fix in at least six pages. Maybe it’s because my head is not in the game—it’s clogged, clogged with Hillary.I tell myself the only respectable thing left to do is to put distance between us, cut out whatever this… ache is. But distance does nothing. If anything, it sharpens the edges of her. Makes me want her even more, so much that it burns my lungs. I want to ring the intercom and tell her to come sit in the chair in front of my desk or on her knees next to my desk so that I can drink her in and restore my sanity.I look down at my hand, trembling, itching to touch her. What did I put myself into? How did I get here? I managed to drag myself out of a rabbit hole with Arianna, and I jumped right into a different one head first. I close my fist to control the trembling and then squeeze.“Ben—sorry, I meant Director,” Hillary’s voice echoes, and i
Falling For His Dirty Trap Sixty ninee
Hillary I bite down on my lip, hesitant to speak because of how cold Ben has been, and I don’t blame him. It’s for the best that we stay away from each other. I tap the button on the intercom from downstairs.“Ben, please come down for dinner.” I release the button. No response. “Bentley,” I try again, still no response.I sigh and think of taking the food up to him. What’s wrong with me? If I don’t want him, then I should at least let him be. Let me try one more time. I press the button again.“Director Brown, would you please come down for dinner?” I release the button.“Sure.” He responds, and I shake my head. That’s what he wanted—he wanted me to say "Director," asshole.I don’t wait for him before I start eating, and a few minutes later, he joins me and quietly eats his food.“Bentley,” I call him, but he doesn’t look at me. “We don’t have to hate each other now, we are going to be family, we can still be friends. Where’s all this coldness coming from?”Nothing. Jesus. He hate
Falling For His Dirty Trap Sixty eightt
Hillary“That’s actually great,” Ben looks at me with so much pride after slicing two large onions. He is so cute.“See, I learn really fast,” he boasts, and I laugh at him.“How do you like your steak?” I ask, feeling Gianna’s soft skin move past my leg. Strange how I have gotten used to a large old snow leopard just lounging in the same space as us.“Very well done, I don’t want to eat bloody raw meat,” Bentley says, and I laugh because I do like my steak medium rare.“God forbid a person has a different preference from you, Bentley,” I say, turning the steak and seasoning the other side.Bentley wraps his arm around my waist and sniffs my skin. “The only raw thing I like is you,” he teases, squeezing me into a hug and placing a kiss on my cheek.“Why did you leave on Christmas without telling me?” I ask— it really has been bothering me. We had a great night before together, and the next morning he disappears. Because I didn’t want to kiss him?“Nothing,” he says.I look at him and
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