Lahat ng Kabanata ng Falling For His Dirty Trap: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Hillary I make a quick detour to the bathroom first before returning to my wedding reception. Once I'm done, I stand at the sink to wash my hands.Someone walks in. I don’t bother to check who it is until I catch her reflection in the mirror.Oh god. Why me?I ignore Jackie as she sets her purse down next to a sink just down the row from me. She takes out her lipstick and begins applying it while I dry off my hands.“Congratulations,” she suddenly says.I wish she had just stayed quiet. “Thanks,” I reply.“Didn’t expect you to find a replacement so soon,” she says, side-eyeing me.I fucking hate this girl so much.“Well, it’s not my fault so many people are in love with me, lined up and waiting for Jake to mess things up,” I shrug.She huffs a small laugh. “Is that what you think this is? That Ben’s in love with you? I thought you wised up since you finally left Jake, but it doesn’t look like it.”I lean against the sink and cross my arms over my chest, waiting to hear what she has t

Hillary“What do I have today?” Ben asks as he slides into the car, holding a Rubik’s cube matching his outfit like a child with their toy.The car starts to move.“Uhmm, nothing really just work. No set meetings, it’s a soft work day for you…” I scroll upwards on my iPad. “Ohh, you have that private meeting you specifically said was none of my business and then—Oh. Jake called Karisa and asked if he could see you by 2pm and I know you have that meeting by two so maybe I can have her give him a call back and set a different time.” I tapped my E-pen on my iPad screen.“Jake?” He frowns, sipping his lemon juice.“Yes, I'm pretty sure she said Jake,” I answer. I see him looking at me from the corner of his eyes.“Call him back and tell him to be at the office by 2pm,” he says. “Now.”“It’s kind of like a weird situation I know but he is my ex and I don’t want to speak to him do I’ll have Karisa do—”“I don’t care about your personal life, I pay you to do whatever I want you to do. If I w

Hillary “What did Jake want?” I ask as we drive home. The car ride was too quiet anyway, except for how loud Ben was chewing his chips.“Nothing. He just wanted to mope and whine about how horrible of a brother I am and have been to him.”“And he set up a meeting for that?” I frown, not believing him.“Yeah. Weird, right?” Ben says.“Are you lying?” I scrunch up my face.“What? No. Jake is a little entitled baby who wanted to make sure I hear how he feels and how I hurt his feelings for marrying his ex. Then he said some rubbish about ‘don’t hurt her’ and all of that typical last-child shit,” Ben says, throwing more chips into his mouth.I shrug. It seems a lot like something Jake would do. He loves to be the victim in every story.“What about Arianna?” I ask, staring out the window.Ben stops chewing and takes a long pause. “What about her?”“What did she want? Why are you having private meetings with her?” I look at him.Ben looks down at me and smiles under his glasses. “Are you a

Hilary Georgia doesn’t convince me not to get a house or apply for jobs to prepare for the inevitable end. Instead, she tells me not to spend the time I have beefing with Ben or distancing myself. She tells me to enjoy our time together still, enjoy being married, and if that eventually leads to forever, great—but if not, I would not only have guarded my heart but also enjoyed my life without depressing myself.I pace Bentley’s room, waiting for him to show up. He said we have something important to do today, so we didn’t go to work. We have been missing work days a lot lately. Tired of waiting, I get off the bed and start rummaging around his room.I’m very snoopy, I just can’t avoid it. I start peering into the parts of his oddly large nightstand. He is my husband anyway, so I’m not snooping anymore—I’m simply looking around.The upper part has his phone charger, his leisure iPad, his watch, and all of those things. I want to snoop on his iPad, but it’s locked and I already got the

Hillary I’m on my phone and standing in between Ben’s legs as he is propped on his desk, his arms around my waist as he addresses one of his engineers. I didn’t think that he’d want people at work to know that we are married, but I almost forget that Ben doesn’t care what people think about him.Ever.“Thank you, you are doing a great job,” Ben dismisses the young man and he leaves.Then he pushes off his desk.“Are we done?” I ask him. I can’t wait to drive back home even though we’d arrive one hour later than we should.“No, I want to show you the rooftop,” Ben says, lifting me by my waist. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his torso, clinging onto him.“What’s on the rooftop?” I ask.“Nothing, don’t look until I tell you, okay?”“You say nothing and then tell me not to look,” I giggle.“Just don’t look,” he spanks my ass as he climbs up the stairs with my weight. I wouldn’t expect someone as skinny as Ben to lift my weight.“Okay.” I lay my head on his shoulder and