All Chapters of Falling For His Dirty Trap: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Bentley “Get up,” I tell her, and she obeys immediately. I wrap my hand around her neck and push her against the wall. I only have a minute to rethink what I’m about to do, but I still don’t make the right decision and walk away from her.I crash my lips into hers and suck on them like a fucking starved man. My body tenses, overwhelmed with the rush of adrenaline and pleasure I feel all at once. I don’t kiss her softly because nothing is soft about what I feel for her—nothing is soft about the need for her that consumes my soul. I lift her all the way up to my desk. I really want to rip off her clothes and devour her, but I try to remain calm.My body trembles, heat licking my skin, heat radiating from inside my body. I have to pause for a minute, dropping my head between her neck and her shoulder to breathe.Hillary sinks her hand down to my pants and grabs my pulsing cock. Oh my fucking god. My fingers work their way to the back of her head, and I grab a handful of her hair, tuggin

Hillary “Thank you,” my soft, shaky voice breaks the silence as we step out of the elevator.“Thank your boyfriend, not me,” he says, walking past me to the front door.I know Jake asked him, but he spent much more than Jake would be willing to pay back. “I know, but thank you too,” I insist. Bentley doesn’t respond; he just pushes the door open and walks in.“Jesus Christ! Finally. Did you both go on a date or something?” Georgia gets off the couch and discards the large bag of chips she was eating.Ben and I look at each other, and then back at her.“Awww, Team Billary,” she grins like a fool.I am too embarrassed to look at Ben. He must think I’m some pathetic little girl who has confessed her love for her boss to her best friend, and now she ships us together.“Stop.” I grit. “What do you want anyway?” I hiss.“Kiss me,” she says, pointing to her cheek.I kiss her, and then my eyes catch the gigantic gift basket by her legs.“What’s that?” I ask her.“Ohh yeah, Jake called me, se

Hillary“You really like waffles,” Ben’s voice breaks through my thoughts.I fight the urge to look up at him. We haven’t spoken to each other casually since that night—basically like a month ago—after he said he only cares about me. Care. Puff. Good thing we cleared that up. I really thought that there was something there for me, for us. Care. He just cares about me.Well, Jake loves me, and that’s really important to me. And he chose to stay this Christmas for me, no stupid job trip to London with Jackie.“You are leaving tomorrow, aren’t you?” Ben asks again, and I give no response, stuffing my mouth with warm, crispy waffles.Today is the fifteenth of December, and my kind boss gave me a holiday break for two weeks and four days—that’s now until the fourth of January. Time moving fast scares me, and I don’t know why, it’s just running so fast. At first, I thought that the break was too long, and to be honest, it’s because I wouldn't get to see Bentley for so long. Ridiculous and

Hillary Home.I used to think home was like a house where your mom and dad and immediate family lived. I don’t think so anymore. I think home is wherever you want it to be. Wherever you have gotten so used to and comfortable in. And there can be more than one home. Home is not a building; sometimes it’s not even the people—it’s just you.I fidget with the Cartier bracelet set around my wrist. The one Ben got me. I don’t know why I can’t stop worrying about him. He is not a baby; he is a full-grown adult that knows how to handle himself. Plus, it’s only been like seven days. But I can’t help but worry. Isabel traveled for the holidays too, which means Ben’s all alone. He doesn’t have any friends—well, I doubt that Charlie or Julian would offer to spend their holidays with Ben—which means that he is alone, chugging popcorn and doing all those nerdy things, and also forgetting to eat dinner, which is like the only meal he eats in the day.I wonder how he gets to keep his breathtaking ab

HillaryI watch in the mirror as my eyelashes stand out, long and black, all brushed out. There’s a little blush on my heavy cheekbones—ones I have been accused of getting fillers in—and my plump lips are coated in pink gloss. My eyebrows are brushed out and neat as well. I don’t think I need to do anything more; I look great already. My hair is combed too, falling down my shoulders, all shiny and brown. I’m wearing a pink lounge set with a burgundy hoodie to chase the cold. I look down at my phone, back at the open chat—Bentley’s chat.I still haven’t responded to his text.Maybe I should have. Maybe I could have invited him over with his parents too. But I didn’t. I left him all alone. He is probably all alone at home, sprawled on his couch, watching some sci-fi movies or one of those nerdy shows. A small smile appears on my lips at the thought of him.I close my phone, fumbling with the necklace I have on.“You know Ben’s not coming with them, right?” I hear the soft click of my do