บททั้งหมดของ Falling For His Dirty Trap: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

HillaryI stare out at the city with sleepy, groggy eyes. I could see a faint reflection of myself on the glass—messy hair, slacked collar, and tired eyes. Oh my god.I rub my eyes. I should probably go back to sleep and check in at the office when I can, but I’m so used to being up this early for Ben, even though he has been gone a week. It’s really quiet and boring up here without him, but he won’t pick my calls or respond to my texts. Everything work-related that I have to say has to go through Kira. I never believed I’d be so jealous of someone else doing my job. I absolutely hate it much more than I thought I would.I lazily get out of bed, brush my teeth, and take a hot shower after that. I return to my bedroom to see a notification on my phone from Nora that literally reads “fitting today.” I’m not even excited. How can I be when I want a different dress but I can’t have it? I should be excited for the first fitting of my wedding dress but I can’t afford for my dress to cost mo

Hillary I sighed, scanning through my roll of sweaters. How do I not have a pink sweater? Any other color will mess up my outfit, but it’s also too cold to go outside like this. Ben has a pink sweater, and I'm pretty sure it is just the same shade as my blouse, or very close. I’d just borrow it and return it.Or should I ask first? He hasn’t responded to my text or taken any of my calls since he left. I’m sure he has me blocked or just completely abandoned his cellphone. I’d text him anyway, just in case.I pick up my phone.Me: Borrowing your pink sweater, thank you.I hit send and scroll through the bunch of other messages I sent that didn’t get a response. Kira says he is fine, but I’m sure if I call just one more time to ask how he is doing again, she’s going to tell me to fuck off and flush her phone, and also spend the rest of the night worrying about why I give so much shit about him.But I miss him. I miss him so much, I’d be lying if I said I didn't. He has been gone for mor

Hillary My fingers are shaky as they grip the tip of my glass, and I nervously swirl it again and again. He didn’t even tell me he was coming back, he just popped into my engagement party like a stalker. I try to push down the lump in my throat as my eyes lock with his. Is he going to answer the question? His shiny, fluffy hair is in loose, neat but scattered curls over his head.He looks hot. My hot geek.“Congratulations,” he says like he doesn’t give a fuck. Of course, he doesn’t. His lips curl into a smile, and my heart races, but I’m disappointed when I realize he isn’t looking at me anymore. “Hi, Laurel,” he throws her a small wave, and she winks back. If not because of the tension at the table, I bet she’d have had a tantrum. I look away from Ben and sip the rest of my wine to calm myself.“Hi, Bentley?” Jackie, plops right into the seat next to Ben. He doesn’t even spare her a glance before sliding out of his chair.“Bentley, get back here. We are all going to do something v

Hillary The cold night air was biting at my skin, but I didn’t want to go back inside. I am sitting at the edge of the pool on Ben’s balcony, my legs submerged deep into the water.I’m definitely going to miss this place, but my own house is very homely. I would even say it's better; I just don’t think a penthouse truly screams "home." It’s beautiful and aesthetic, certainly, but it’s the kind of home I’d choose if I were a single, rich city girl. Not a family home. A home has to be intentional, and that’s what Jake and I bought. It’s not too big since it’s just the two of us, and it’s not some super-rich million-dollar mansion Ben could afford with a snap of his fingers, but it’s still sweet and we are blessed to have it.I have moved the majority of my things already, but I have to make sure my contract with Ben is completely settled before I officially move out. I poured the last drop of liquid from my bottle into my glass and took a slow sip.I sighed. I’m tired of pretending, bu

Hillary I notice Ben drop onto the couch adjacent to mine, another bowl of popcorn in his hand. Jesus, is there anything else this man is obsessed with besides lemon and popcorn? Me… maybe. I ignore him because I’m simply not in the mood. I have a long list of things to do today—cake tasting, dance practice, sightseeing the venue, and finally moving out of Bentley’s house. Jake was supposed to come to get me four hours ago. Four hours. I told him flying in late would be a stupid idea, but he never listens. Now I can’t reach him, I don’t know where he is, and I am flipping irritated. “Something wrong, bride?” Ben asks. Nothing’s wrong. I’m not going to let him rub my poor choices in my face anymore. “Leave me alone.” “No, I won’t.” I throw him a glance and sigh. “Why?” “Because you don’t get to tell me what to do.” I clench my jaw and go back to ignoring him. “You seem to be ready to leave. You have been for the past four hours, actually. Husband problems?” I knew he was goi