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All Chapters of Falling For His Dirty Trap: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

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Seventy onee

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

Seventy twoo

Hillary“….and then he filled me up so good I felt him everywhere, deep in my belly and my body was trembling so bad. I’m really under-explaining it, Hilarious, it’s not something you can understand except to see it or feel it, but my point is sex with Leo is amaaazinggg, especially when it’s like me on top of him. Like he is sitting and then I straddle him, and he slowly slips into me, and I get to do the work while he groans and whimpers in satisfaction as I ride him very slowly, and I feel him swell inside of me out of frustration of me torturing him….” Georgia stops talking. “Are you even listening to me, Hillary?”“I am. Leo fucks really well, yes, I understand,” I dust my palms together and pick up a clean strawberry, splashing it with the Dubai pistachio cream and taking a bite. That’s so good.“No, you definitely don’t understand because Jake doesn’t fuck you well, but you are marrying him, so…” she shrugs dismissively.“What? He fucks me just fine, thank you,” I roll my eyes.

Seventy threee

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

Seventy fourr

BentleyShit. Seventeen days until Hillary’s supposed wedding, and I’d be on my knees every day praying, praying for a miracle because I believe in one. I thought I needed a month away from her to get over her, but it seemed like I needed more, so I took more, and then more. But I can’t run forever. I wouldn’t deny the fact that being away helped—I’m more sane, calm, and collected. However, I do think the moment I set my eyes on her, everything flies away.I want her to be mine, and I know that I’m a terrible person, but let’s be real—Jake does love her, but he never got over that stink, Jackie, and I don’t need psychic powers to know that he has cheated on Hillary a couple of times. More than three times. Hillary deserves better. That’s the problem. What if I’m not better? What if I’m never able to love anyone again? What if I’m not able to love Hillary? She’ll end up with someone else eventually, if not Jake.But I can choose to love her, choose to marry her, and stay with her for

Seventy fivee

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

Seventy sixx

Hillary “Have you ever been in love?” I ask Ben as I step onto the balcony where he is standing, leaning over the railing.He doesn’t respond very quickly. The silence hangs between us, heavy and cold. “I don’t know,” he finally says.I mirror his position, leaning on the cold metal a few feet away from him. “You haven’t. If you had, you’d know for sure,” I say, wrapping my arms tightly around myself because it’s really freezing up here and the wind is biting.“I have. I was,” he defends quickly, his voice sharpening.“Arianna?” I ask. He is staring straight into the dark, freezing night, his profile rigid.“Yes.”I sigh and step back from the railing. It is simply too cold, and my blouse and pants are the thinnest pieces of clothing imaginable. “How do you know that you were in love with her?” I ask again.Ben finally turns his head to look at me, his eyes dark and unreadable. “I was broken after she was taken from me,” he says very softly.I sigh. That doesn’t seem tangible enough

Seventy sevenn

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

Seventy Eightt

Hillary“That’s not how gifting works, my love. It’s only a gift when I don’t have to do anything to get it,” I tell him, propping my elbow on the desk and resting my chin on my palm.“I’m not your love, and it’s a very big gift,” he replies, his voice flat.“I know it is. You have never given me a small gift,” I answer.“This is bigger than anything I have ever given to you,” he says, shoving his hands deep into his pockets.“Oh, I am excited, but you haven’t apologized to me for yelling and giving me the cold shoulder,” I say, rolling my eyes.Ben sighs and then feigns a small, tight smile. “I’m sorry for yelling at you. I didn’t mean to—I was tipsy and angry.”“Apology accepted. Now tell me what I need to do for my gift.”Ben presses his lips together and looks away from me, appearing to rethink his entire proposition. “I will not be attending your wedding, so I want to see you in your wedding dress. Just you and me.”I sigh and lean back in my chair. That’s a lot easier than I exp

Seventy Nine

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

Eightyy

Bentley I pondered for a long time on whether or not I should even wrap the gift. It’s just a book, really, but a gift deserves a presentation. I pulled it from behind my back and handed it to her. I watched her brows furrow, a small flicker of disappointment crossing her features—I did say it was a "big" gift, after all, and this was just a thin, rectangular object.She takes it carefully and starts to unwrap the paper. I don’t know what to expect. Is she going to be mad? Will she be weirded out or think I’m doing too much? Is she going to reject it and tell me this isn't what she wants? Did I take it too far?The doubt claws at me, maybe I shouldn't have given it to her at all. The wrapper falls away, leaving her assessing the plain hardcover.“What is it?” She looks up at me with a smile that warms my heart—a smile I refuse to let Jake ruin. I don’t even care if she doesn’t want to be with me, I just don’t want her to be with someone like him.“Take a wild guess first,” I say, pla

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