Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 9

Not too far away, Clara misjudged the acceleration of her electric scooter and it shot forward, crashing right into a car. She hit the ground, scraping her knee, and winced as pain shot up her leg.

The car's owner stormed out, livid and yelling, "Do you even know how to ride that thing?! Rushing to meet your maker, are you? Just my luck-this is a brand-new car, straight from the dealership! You better cough up the cash!"

Clara glanced at the logo and realized it was a Maserati. 'Fantastic,' she thought, her savings wouldn't even make a dent in this.

A crowd quickly formed, curious about who had the misfortune to crash into a luxury car.

The man grabbed Clara's sleeve. "Pay up right now, or I'm calling the cops!"

She shifted her weight to ease the discomfort in her leg. "How about ten thousand dollars?"

The man's face turned crimson with anger. "Are you serious?!"

Meanwhile, the light turned green for Dylan. He cast another glance over. His demeanor was icy, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

was about to step on the gas

lips started to form

outside was intense. Sweat was already

a no-nonsense attitude. "Let's get the traffic police involved first. How much is

stepping out of a multi-million-dollar, limited edition car. His anger quickly

"You can just transfer a

and turned to leave, but Clara

sporty, casual clothes that highlighted her long legs and slender waist. A

don't have that kind of money right now." Her eyes

okay." His face was full of irritation,

get your contact info? I'll send the money as soon as I

acting like she didn't know him, and actually talking about having money later. The idea that

game. A smirk tugged at his lips. "Miss Clara, overdoing it just makes it worse. I said you don't need to pay me back. Just keep your distance next time you see our car. You're nothing but bad

caught off guard, her memory loss leaving