로그인HillaryI am straddling Ben in the bathtub, our bodies submerged in the warm water as we sit and enjoy each other’s company. It has been a few days since we made up, and it feels like we have stayed wrapped in each other’s arms for the longest time.We are so happy and fulfilled that this "happily ever after" feels almost unreal. Ben tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers tracing my skin before moving down to play with my breasts. He twists my nipples between his fingers, teasing me as we kiss.I slowly pull away, bringing his other hand to my other breast, watching him play with them.“I noticed something,” he mentions. “I wasn’t going to say anything because I wasn’t sure if I was right, but now I’m a hundred percent certain.” He shifts his grip to my waist, pulling me closer.“What is it?” I ask, relaxing against him.“Your tits are swollen. They're bigger and heavier than they used to be,” he says, staring at them with a focused intensity.I look down at myself, cu
Hillary We finally finished our meals. Usually, Georgia keeping something from me would have made me unable to stomach my food, but I gladly ate it all. “So, it’s time,” Georgia taunts me intentionally, like she knows exactly how to pick me apart. I pull my glass of water away from my lips after taking a satisfactory gulp.“I’m going to dump the rest of my water on you if you don’t speak now,” I tell her. She laughs at me while Jackie is on a call, telling her husband he can come pick her up now.“Okay, fine, it’s nothing insane. I don’t know how you don’t know what we are talking about anyway—it’s all over the internet. Haven't you been looking?” she asks.I shake my head. “Not so much.”“Well, Ben changed the name of his company to Mr. Brown instead of what it was before,” she says.“How is that supposed to make me choke?” I roll my eyes, bringing my glass to my lips again for a small sip.“He changed the name of his Artificial Intelligence to Diana, too. It’s no longer Aria,” Geo
Hillary Just like she said, my mom took very good care of me in Utah. I had the best weekend I have had in a very long while, which was why I didn't fly back until Thursday—mostly because my mom wanted to make sure I was properly healed before she let me go. I have been doing great, to be very honest.I don’t think about Ben as much as I thought that I would. Maybe only a million times a day, which is fair. I got it from my mom; I can't help but wonder if he has eaten, what he ate, if he's sleeping, if he's thinking about me. Probably not, but still. When I got back from Utah, I went home to Ben’s penthouse, dropped a gift for Issy, packed up the last of my things, and I left for good.It hurt to see Issy shed a tear when I was leaving, but I didn't linger enough to let myself break. She didn't ask too many questions, either, for which I’m grateful. Spring has been awesome; I live on the penthouse floor of my new apartment now, too. Watching the raindrops hit my window while I read o
Bentley “Fuck off, and don’t come back if that thing isn’t perfect,” I snap, tossing his stupid presentation across the desk like it’s trash. “In fact, no one comes into this office anymore,” I hiss irritably.The junior analyst picks up the pieces of paper with trembling hands and quietly walks out of my office. Good. I can't stand the sight of anyone right now.“Karis!” I yell.She appears at the door, her face a mask of professional patience that I currently want to tear off. “If it isn't my wife, make sure no one comes an inch close to my door for the rest of today—in fact, for the rest of the week,” I growl.“Very well, sir,” she says.She lingers for a second too long, and I feel a wash of disgust. Why doesn’t anyone get anything right around here? I wave her off dismissively, and she finally leaves, closing the door softly behind her.My office looks like a rat lives in it. That’s because I haven’t gone home in three days. I haven’t left this room. I drop my legs off the desk
Hillary I feel so dizzy and sick this morning for no reason. I think I might have a fever; it happens to me a lot where I get physically sick whenever I’m going through an emotional change—more like a crisis at this point. I brush my teeth and get myself some coffee, but it doesn’t make things any better. I feel like there’s bile crawling up my throat.My phone dings; it’s a text from my landlord sending me an upgraded version of the receipt for my new apartment. I finally chose one and it’s pretty—small, but pretty, and fairly expensive.I let Isabel make me breakfast for the first time in a long time because I feel so tired, my bones and joints weak. I really hope my nose doesn’t start running because I hate having a runny nose so much. I could only manage to eat the eggs before I finally puked my guts into the kitchen sink.Fuck. This sucks. I’m supposed to be moving soon, not be ill.I hope I run into Ben at the office today so that I can submit my resignation letter and maybe go
Hillary I clutch the piece of cloth to my bleeding chin, storming into our bedroom with tears strolling down my cheeks. Georgia and Nora stroll in after me, their faces twisted with concern. Ben is laying in the bed, looking entirely oblivious to the fact that his ex-girlfriend—or whatever the fuck she is—just attempted to murder me.“Hillary, I’m sorry,” I hear her annoying voice behind us. She is pretending to care about me, but I can see right through it.“Hillary, would you please stop and let us see the wound? Don’t do anything to it; you have to rinse it first with clean water,” Nora says, walking into the room with me.Ben sits up, his eyes widening at the sight of the bloodied cloth against my chin.“What happened?” He stands, approaching me, but I ignore him just like he has been ignoring me all weekend. I walk straight into the bathroom to rinse my chin and the blood off my hands and face.“Your girlfriend—I don't remember her name—she tripped Hillary and let her fall. Her
Bentley I 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 sh
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
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
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, slow







