Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 116

Clara froze mid-step, a chill running down her spine, wondering if she'd misheard. But there was no mistaking the way Jackson closed the distance between them, his voice low and threatening just for her ears.

"You're staying put, or else I'll make your life hell. Not even Dylan can save you from me," he warned, his eyes dark and menacing, the kind you'd expect from someone who ran in Dylan's circles.

Clara frozen in place, a bitter taste rising in her throat. Thankfully, Dylan stepped in, his voice calm yet firm, "Jackson, it's time for you to head home."

Ignoring him, Jackson leaned in closer, whispering, "If I find out you've left, next time we meet, I'll make sure you can't walk away."

What the heck! This guy was relentless! Clara wanted to snap back, maybe even flip him the bird, but her courage failed her. Instead, she forced a smile and hurried over to Dylan.

"Mr. Dylan, let me stay and help out. I'm really good at these things!" she pleaded, weighing the embarrassment against the stakes of her safety.

Jackson seemed content with her compliance, waving a hand as he left. "Dylan, I'm off. Got to find someone to keep me company tonight," he said.

Dylan remained silent until Jackson was out of sight, then turned to Clara. "You should head home too."

She shook her head, desperation in her eyes. "Mr. Dylan, I'm really good at taking care of people. Please, let me stay."

heat of embarrassment rise, cursing

Dylan paused in his wheelchair, giving her a thoughtful

choice to stay," she insisted. With Dylan,

great at massages too. I could help you relax, and maybe you'd even fall asleep. Just think about giving me a small raise, I'm a bit short on

his chest shake a little. 'He looks even more handsome when he

wheelchair towards the elevator, "Alright,

behind him. His routine was predictable; he headed to his study

clock geared eleven, she found herself nodding off in a

rustle of paper

present. Dylan noticed her drooping eyelids and suggested gently, "If

thought about where she'd sleep. Rumor had it

ages, yet here

she offered, though the sleepiness was

an eyebrow, noticing her struggle, and headed out. She followed quickly, "Are you

"Yeah," he replied simply.

watched him fetch pajamas from the closet and head to the bathroom, dearly

be careful, alright? I'll