Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 161

Clara glanced over at Dylan, her eyes brimming with urgency. "Mr. Dylan, I promise I didn't mean to. After those three glasses of wine, my mind just went completely blank."

Dylan sat silently in his wheelchair, his back turned towards her, not saying a word.

Clara's cheeks flushed with desperation as she watched Aiden prepare to wheel Dylan away. "Mr. Dylan," she called out again.

Finally, Dylan turned his head. His clothes were straightened and his expression was calm. "I know you didn't mean it."

Clara nodded quickly, but she couldn't shake the feeling that his expression had darkened even more.

Rooted to the spot, all she could do was watch helplessly as Dylan was wheeled away. The business partners followed suit, leaving the once-bustling room eerily silent.

Clara dropped into a chair, the alcohol's aftereffects hitting her hard. Her stomach churned unpleasantly. She sat there for about ten minutes, expecting the staff to come in and tidy up. But then, unexpectedly, the lights dimmed, and before she could adjust to the darkness, someone pulled her against the wall. A man's commanding presence enveloped her.

She tried to open her bleary eyes to figure out who it was, but everything stayed a blur. Suddenly, her lips were captured in a kiss. Her eyes widened in shock as her hands instinctively pushed against the man's chest.

body unresponsive like a limp noodle. The lack of oxygen made her dizzy, and she felt herself being lifted. Her legs wrapped instinctively around

overwhelming like a beast finally unleashed. Clara couldn't escape, nor could she resist

chin tilted upwards. The suffocation was too much, and she

her temples, half-laughing at herself. How could she have

been Simon's devoted admirer for years. Simon dismissed her, and no other man seemed to have entered her life. At her age, yearning for intimacy was

if she'd just emerged from a deep, oxygen-starved sleep. She frowned, steadying herself against the chair for a

she realized the entire floor was deserted, as if everyone had cleared out. She entered the elevator, leaning against the wall with a yawn, feeling inexplicably

it was already nine o'clock at night. She wanted to catch a cab home but

the sound of a wheelchair and Eden's voice.

she'd planned to meet Dylan for dinner-was it at this hotel? It seemed Dylan and Eden had

Dylan, nor did she want

have you? Is that why you were so eager for

are you

You act all innocent, but you fool around in places like