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Author: Hyacinth_
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Hillary

He knows about Jackie and Jake? And from the look of it, he sounds like he knows more than I do.

“You know about them?” I ask, but before he can answer, a knock comes on the door.

He pulls away from me and walks back to his desk before telling the person outside to come in.

“Oh, I assumed she’d be in here. The CTO is here to see you, sir,” Elizabeth, the receptionist, says.

“Let him in,” Ben nods.

I immediately leave the spot I’m standing on, dazed, and start to prepare for their meeting. Julian, the CTO, is basically Ben’s second in command, both of them weird, brilliant nerds who drink bourbon like water.

As soon as I’m done, I start to leave just as Julian walks in. He sends me a filthy side glance as he passes, the same way he always does—like he already knows what I am to Ben and wants to join in.

I hate him.

He’s annoying too.

I go back to my desk and take a deep breath. It’s all too overwhelming.

Did my six-foot-six hot billionaire boss with an IQ of 175, sad brown eyes
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  • Falling For His Dirty Trap   Fortyy

    BentleyI was on my third cigarette when Hillary found me.“I was looking everywhere for you,” she says, eyeing the stick between my lips.She doesn’t like it.I take it out and crush it against the bench I’m sitting on, then fling the stub away.I don’t even know why I give a shit what she thinks of me.“Dinner’s ready,” she says.“I’m not hungry,” I respond, because I’m truly not.“Jake and Jackie aren’t going to be there if that’s what you’re worried about,” she says, rubbing her arms against the chill.“I’m not hungry,” I repeat.She turns around and leaves.After a few minutes, I hop off the bench and head back inside. I stop by the trash can near the porch, throw in the rest of the cigarette pack and the lighter.They’re still at dinner when I walk in—everyone except Vanessa, who looks like she just finished.“Ben, I can get your food if you’re ready,” she says, and I just can’t refuse her.“Sure. Thank you so much, Nessa.”I sit at the table, waiting for my meal. Hillary keeps

  • Falling For His Dirty Trap   Thirty ninee

    Bentley “Hi, my beautiful baby.”“Hi, my boy.”I mentally mocked both of them. Why? Why does he have to show up and ruin everything for me? We were fine—a perfect, peaceful family I never really had because Jake keeps wrecking it. Now he just had to come here again with that raven-haired dwarf.I stacked my pillows against the headboard and decided to lie down, hoping sleep would take me, but I’m exhausted and can’t drift off. I’m not jealous, am I?I can’t be.She’s not even mine. This is just some stupid arrangement where she gets to be my sub to get back at Jake for cheating on her.I chew the inside of my cheek. I don’t even love her, so what’s my problem?But I want her. And I care about her—too much.If I keep going like this, I’m going to have a full-blown breakdown when she eventually marries him. I get out of bed and start pacing like some haunted wizard, obsessed with a woman I can’t have or love.I toss my glasses aside and rub my eyes. Why did my life have to turn out thi

  • Falling For His Dirty Trap   Thirty eightt

    HillaryIt’s Ben. Just Ben.I cross the bed and throw myself into his arms, hugging him and crying.“It’s okay, my love. You’re fine. I’ve got you,” he says, his voice calm and soothing, wrapping around me like warmth.He lets me cry against his shoulder without asking a single question. Then, slowly, he guides us back to bed, pulling me close to his chest and drawing the blanket over us.My heartbeat steadies as I listen to his and bask in his warmth. I slowly start to drift off again—in Bentley’s arms, far away from that daunting nightmare.——————————-I have so much work to do, papers scattered everywhere in front of me. Ben’s been just as busy—maybe even worse. He’s been working so much, so late, that he didn’t even come home last night.Now I’m trying to help him as much as I can so he can rest for a few hours. But barely two hours later, he’s back down again, already working.I look at Ben from the corner of my eye, mostly trying to distract myself from the boring stack of work

  • Falling For His Dirty Trap   Thirty sevenn

    Bentley Fuck me. I’m dead. I am so fucking dead.I don’t know if I’ve been missing out, or if there’s just something about Hillary Diana fucking Clarke. She tastes so ravishing, fascinating—like peach and pineapples. I can’t even begin to word how exactly I feel right now; my entire body is shaking, and I just want to devour her completely to quench this hunger tearing through my body.My glasses are all foggy and wet now, and they are getting in the freaking way, so I snatch them off and fling them aside. I want all of her inside my fucking mouth, and I don’t hide it.The need, the want, the pleasure, the desire is tearing me apart, and I’m shaking uncontrollably. What makes it even worse is Hillary’s fucking high-pitched moans, the way her fingers are clawing at my hair, pushing my head in further. I can tell she’s enjoying this as much as I am.I lick and suck, fucking her entrance with my tongue, sucking her swollen, soft clit into my mouth, and absolutely devouring her pussy.

  • Falling For His Dirty Trap   Thirty sixx

    Hillary I can’t believe I just forgave him so easily, but he’s not wrong. That’s literally part of the degradation kink—humiliation. But I don’t want that particular part, and I should have just told him, like we agreed, instead of acting like a baby. Because I want to be his baby.My eyes flutter closed as I feel his warm tongue on my skin, kissing and sucking. My pussy is slick with arousal, and my nipples tighten immediately.“I’m sorry, my love,” he reiterates, teasing my skin with his touch. “I never meant to hurt you or make you cry.” He sits on my bed, his back against the headboard, and pulls me to straddle him. He kisses my neck so softly it makes my pussy ache intensely.“You want me to treat you like my baby, right? My sweet little girl,” his voice vibrates against my skin, his hands tight on my waist.“Yes,” I let out a quiet whisper.“You’ve got it, then. I’m sorry I made you feel that way, okay?” He pulls back and looks into my eyes.I nod slowly.“Do you forgive me?” h

  • Falling For His Dirty Trap   Thirty fivee

    Bentley Tonight we’re having pasta and beefsteak for dinner, and it looks really good. Everything I’ve had here has been great—Venessa is a really good cook, and I bet Hillary would be too, since she helps.“Thank you,” I say to Hillary, grabbing her arm just after she pours me a glass of wine.She won’t even look at me or talk to me.“Do you feel better now?” I ask, squeezing her tiny hand.“Yeah,” she mumbles, trying to get away from me.I tighten my grip—damn, she’s started with her nasty attitude again.“We have work tonight. You can sleep tomorrow,” I mutter quietly.“Okay, sir,” she responds, and I have to look around to make sure Nessa or Laurel didn’t catch that.They didn’t.I let Hillary go, and we all sit down quietly for dinner. It’s usually buzzing with conversation and laughter, but I guess if Hillary isn’t in the mood, then neither is anyone else.She looks so quiet and sad.I need to talk to her. Maybe kiss her. My mind has been too occupied with work lately.After di

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