บททั้งหมดของ Falling For His Dirty Trap: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

HillaryBentley is ordering fast food from a drive-through when we’d literally be home in less than forty-five minutes if we go really fast.He hands me a plate with two drizzled corn dogs on them—they actually look good—but I would have frowned if I wasn’t already frowning. Truth is, I’ve been frowning all day. All freaking day.I remember her telling him she wanted one, but I don’t understand how he could have just popped a car so expensive for my sixteen-year-old sister. He’s confusing me. We aren’t even family yet, plus he hates Jake—which is the only reason we’d be family anyway—and me. He’s not the type to repay kindness with something worth a thousand times more.He’s crazy.He’s literally crazy.“You’ve literally been pouting like a four-year-old all morning. I figured it’s because you’re hungry,” he says.I glare at him for a while before reluctantly taking the plate, but I immediately start biting into the chili cheese dog.“Thank you, but you don’t have to do nice things fo

Hillary I grab the door handle and pull it toward myself, stepping out of my room.“Ahhh!” I scream when I realize there’s someone standing so close to my doorway.Ben.“Oh my God, you scared me,” I say, scanning his frame with my eyes.He looks pale and tired this morning, probably the reason we’re taking another day off.“Hi. Good morning,” he says casually, leaning against the wall next to my door.“Hi.” I smile back awkwardly.“You were out all day yesterday, but I wanted to apologize for that.” He gestures toward my neck. “I shouldn’t have grabbed you like that. I’m sorry.”How do I tell him that I liked it when I’m not even proud of the fact that I liked it?“It’s okay,” I reply.“What are you doing now?” he immediately changes the topic.“Uhmm, I’m going down for breakfast,” I tell him.“Okay. When you’re free, could you please help sort out the shelf in my room? It’s been disorganized for a while now,” he asks.“Sure,” I nod, trying not to stare at his lips for too long.“Tha

HillaryBen insists that we have to go to work today, even though he was literally burning up yesterday and there’s nothing I can do about it. I walk into my closet and start searching for something to wear. I need a dress that looks good today.Emphasis on I need to. And I promise it’s not about Ben. It’s about me.I need to feel good.After thirty minutes of finding nothing, I decide to dig into my bags of untouched clothes. That’s when I find a dark blue jumpsuit my mom bought me for my last birthday. It’s not exactly work appropriate, but I’m going to wear it anyway.I quickly take a shower, get dressed, then sit to curl my hair. I’m leaving it down today. I put on my accessories, slip into my heels, and spray my cologne.Not only do I look great—I feel great.Bentley is going to—Urgh. This is not about Bentley.I need breakfast this morning. It’ll give me the energy to be stubborn and rebellious. But before I go, I head back to Ben’s room to knot his tie.The second I step insid

HillaryI cover my ears with my headphones and bury myself under my thick blanket. I try to close my eyes and sleep, but the tears prickle anyway, stinging the corners until they spill sideways, tracing down my cheeks. I let them fall.The way he yelled at me.The look on his face, like I was something ugly, something he wanted to tear apart with his bare hands.I should’ve been more careful. Or just ignored him.Every Breath You Take by The Police blasts into my ears, and I sob harder, like it’s some tragic song meant for broken people. I yank off the headphones and fling them aside, curling tighter into the blanket until I cry myself to sleep. “What is wrong with you?! What is wrong with you?!”Bentley’s voice from last night is the first thing that plays in my head when I wake up. My brows crease instantly, the memory heavy and sharp. I rub the sleep away from my eyes and reach for my iPad.I go to Ben’s room. My pulse is unsteady, my palms cold. The thought of seeing him mak

Bentley I’m fucking going insane. I’m literally going mad, and the only person responsible for that is Hillary fucking Clarke. At this point, I’m going to lose my mind. She’s going to make me cave because I already want to clear out this desk, flip her over on it, and slam into her from behind until she’s screaming my name and seeing stars.She’s all I think about. She’s all I can comprehend. She’s in my head when I go to sleep, when I stand under the shower and jerk my cock, when I eat, when I work, when I just exist.And she definitely knows what she’s doing.Earlier today, I walked in on her on all fours trying to reach something under my table, her ass perched and arched so perfectly it made my cock bleed. Suddenly, I want to put a bullet through my brother’s neck because that’s the only way she’d choose me. I can’t give her what she wants, but at least I can fuck her for the rest of her life, and that’s enough for me.I take a long sniff of her. She smells so good, like bergamot