All Chapters of Falling For His Dirty Trap: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

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One hundred and Eleven

Hillary My eyes widen.“What? No, they are going to come and find us soon,” I say.“The only person coming is you, again. Don’t worry about them, they are not finding us anytime soon.”Ben takes my hand to his swollen, rock-hard cock. “This is what you do to me, Hillary. My cock has been this way since after your dance.”My delicate fingers wrap around his cock, hot and swollen despite the cold water.“It craves your pussy,” Ben whispers into my ear before kissing it, and suddenly my sensitive clit is pulsing again.God help me.Ben hoists me up onto the rock again, this time on my knees, my back to him. He picks up my bikini top and squeezes it into a bunch—to gag me, I suppose.I stop his hand. “I will be quiet, I promise.”“Are you sure?” Ben teases, showing me the sore bite mark I inflicted on his palm.“I’m sure,” I reiterate.I plant my palms on the cave walls, arching my back perfectly enough for him to easily slide his swollen crown into my pussy.“Fuck.”It stretches me out.

One hundred and twelve

Hillary“You lied. You lied to me.”“Yes, I did because… because I didn't want you to get all mad and upset and start giving me the silent treatment or an attitude again because I took a call from an old friend,” Ben says.“An old friend? Your virtual AI is named after her—”“I will change it, I swear. I will change it to whatever you want..” he says, his eyes softening.“Her husband is dead…”“He was ill, Larry. I told you about this,” he says.“What next?” I ask.“What next, how? She doesn’t even want me,” he says, and it hits me like a slap in the face.“Ohh, but you want her? Fuck off!” I push him out of my way but he doesn’t budge. I try to leave through the side, but he grabs my arm and pulls me back.“Stop! Please stop! Just stop whatever this is, Hillary.”“Leave me alone!” I scream and cry, hitting him so that he’ll let me go. Instead, he wraps an arm tightly around my waist and kisses me hard—so hard it makes my brain hazy and my knees weak. He holds me against himself, deep

One hundred and thirteen

Bentley I reach into the car trunk for our bags, but Drew is quick to grab them from me. It was a long day at work today, but we still had to be at my parents' place for Jake’s wedding. Trust me, the last thing I want to do is be here, but I don’t technically have a choice. My wife and I prepared in the morning and packed a little bag because we are going to be here until Sunday evening after the wedding.The wedding is happening right in my parents' backyard. There wasn’t any time to plan a large wedding like they did the first time. Hillary’s heels click against the marble floor as we make our way into the house from the garage.I miss her today. I had to spend the majority of my time at the second office, so we missed our usual ritual, and I didn’t think being deprived of my wife’s pussy for one day would screw up my entire day. We have made a ritual of giving each other head a lot at work, sometimes multiple times a day. We never get tired of it. I don't. It is the favorite part

One hundred and fourteen

BentleyI try to move past her again, but she stops me, bringing her hand up to hold my face and closing the gap between us. Her scent invades my nose, suffocating my personal space.“You have been avoiding me,” she says.I shake my head, trying to remain calm despite the tension coiling in my chest. “No... what? No.”“Yes, you have,” she insists, her fingers stroking my face with a familiarity that feels wrong now.“I was with you last week. I know that you are having a tough time right now, considering the fact that your husband just died and you know… you need a friend. I’m trying to be that friend—”“We can’t be friends, Ben. We were never friends,” she says, a glint in her eyes that makes me clench my jaw. She’s right, and the truth of it stings.“Stop,” I tell her when she presses herself against me, but she doesn’t move an inch.I wrap my fingers around her throat and push her back as gently as I can, trying to maintain some semblance of restraint. “Stop, Aria.”“Stop what?”“I

One hundred and fifteen

HillaryI stick to the kitchen doorway, overhearing their conversation like a creep. Knowing this would happen eventually does not make me feel any better. On the contrary, I feel gross. I cannot even stomach food. I have to leave his presence even though it means going to the jacuzzi hang where Jackie invited me out of spite.I slip out of my chair, pushing my plate away from me.“I know you won't be looking for me, but I’m going in the jacuzzi with Georgia and my ex-boyfriend. Jackie invited us. Try not to fuck anyone in the kitchen while I’m socializing,” I snap, walking out of the kitchen before he can even say anything.What would have happened if I didn't walk in on them? I bet he would have bent her over the counter and fucked her raw. My head feels dizzy. I grab my forehead and try to balance myself. I am on the stairs. If I fall, I will die. I bet a lot of people in this house tonight would be glad. Maybe I should even consider that option.I walk into the room and slam the d

One hundred and sixteen

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

One hundred and seventeen

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

One hundred and eighteen

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

One hundred and nineteen

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

One hundred and twenty

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

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