All Chapters of Falling For His Dirty Trap: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Hillary “Laurel, can you get that bike out of the living room?!” My mom yells at Laurel again for riding her new electric bicycle that Bentley bought—brought for her, actually, because his company makes them. It looks so cool; I want one. I don’t know why she gets gifts all the time but not me. I mean, she already has a Bentley while I’ve literally never driven a car my entire life. Mostly because I can’t drive, but also because I don’t want to drive ever. I like the bicycle, it’s cool. But I don’t want to have to ask, I’d just steal Laurel’s own.“No, thank you, Nora,” I wave her off politely because I’d rather go ride Laurel’s bike than eat dessert with them.The table is full, surrounded by chatter and everyone just talking over each other. I love it, having the house full, a big family where no one gets to hide or be lonely. As much as Ben would rather not speak, they include him in the conversation and force him to. While the parents have moved from one conversation to another,

Hillary“So when are you leaving?” I ask Ben, taking off my seat belt as he parks his car at home.“Chasing me away so soon?” He shoots back playfully.“Of course not, I just want to know how much time you’d be spending here. Maybe I could take you out too, show you places I went growing up too,” I tell him, climbing out of the car.I go to grab my stuff from the back seat when I notice my mom’s face pressed against the window as if she’s spying, so I just wave, but she frowns instead. What?“Is someone there?” Ben squints blindly at the gazebo in between Georgia’s house and mine. Poor blind boy. It’s dark, but I can still make out Leo and Georgia. Leo’s head is thrown backward, and Georgia is—bouncing?“Is she? Are they?”Ben puts a hand over my eyes and just turns me toward my front door and pushes us both inside. Really? Their first time having sex has to be outside in a gazebo where everyone can see them, including my mom, hers, and my underage sister? She might not have been rid

Hillary “Bye,” I yell again, waving at Nora who sticks her head out of the Rolls Royce window to blow me a kiss. She’s such an angel, I love her so much, and she’s also one of the most relatable super-rich people I know. She doesn’t belittle people or act like she’s better than everyone else because her son’s a billionaire genius.My mom and I watch their car drive away. Okay. A very blissful Christmas. Now it’s time to go open gifts before I go to bed and nap all day tomorrow—Boxing Day.When we get back inside, Laurel and Jake are already tearing open gift boxes while Georgia is perched on Leo’s legs, watching. I join them by the tree and start to open gift boxes addressed to me, and they are quite more than I expect. There’s one from Nora and Finn, there’s one from Jake, there’s one from my mom, and there’s one from… Bentley. I thought that the bike was my Christmas gift already. C’mon.I start to open the rest of the boxes first and keep Bentley’s for the last. I open Nora’s an

BentleyShe doesn’t say yes or no, but I can see how much she’s struggling on her face. I’m such a selfish, stupid prick for having to put a woman through this, but the need for her is burning me.My skin tingles when her hands cradle the side of my face, like she’s indirectly saying yes. I know she’ll say yes to me, and I’m taking advantage of that, but I don’t even care. Just this once.I slip my hand under her neck, enough to tilt her head and kiss her lips. I skillfully slide my tongue into her parted lips, and the sound she makes makes my dick throb so hard it feels like it’s going to explode, but I don’t stop. Instead, I kiss her even harder. It’s not aggressive, it’s not rough— it’s gentle and slow and feels more like torture, but I like this torture. I don’t care that my body is unraveling in ways I haven’t felt in a long time. And the sounds she’s making… oh fuck me.Her legs close around my waist, locking my body with hers. It was supposed to be one kiss, so let’s say I didn

Hillary I bite down on my lip, hesitant to speak because of how cold Ben has been, and I don’t blame him. It’s for the best that we stay away from each other. I tap the button on the intercom from downstairs.“Ben, please come down for dinner.” I release the button. No response. “Bentley,” I try again, still no response.I sigh and think of taking the food up to him. What’s wrong with me? If I don’t want him, then I should at least let him be. Let me try one more time. I press the button again.“Director Brown, would you please come down for dinner?” I release the button.“Sure.” He responds, and I shake my head. That’s what he wanted—he wanted me to say "Director," asshole.I don’t wait for him before I start eating, and a few minutes later, he joins me and quietly eats his food.“Bentley,” I call him, but he doesn’t look at me. “We don’t have to hate each other now, we are going to be family, we can still be friends. Where’s all this coldness coming from?”Nothing. Jesus. He hate