Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 162

Clara was genuinely wiped out. The alcohol had done a number on her, leaving her feeling drowsy and barely able to catch what Megan was saying. The car pulled up in front of her place. Megan helped her out, and after just a few steps, they spotted Simon waiting outside the complex.

There was a pile of cigarette butts at Simon's feet. He knew Megan, but they weren't exactly close. Megan greeted him politely, "Mr. Simon."

Simon frowned at the sight of Clara, clearly drunk. "Is she drunk?"

"Yeah."

He quickly tossed his cigarette and moved towards them. "I'll take her inside. You can go now."

Megan hesitated for a moment but handed Clara over to him without protest. As she watched them walk away, she snapped a picture and posted it online. [Destiny has a funny way of bringing the right people together.]

With that, she headed back to her car.

Simon got Clara to her door and was about to use her fingerprint to unlock it when he noticed her lips were red. Clara felt like she'd been dropped on the ground, and wasn't quite aware until cold water was dumped over her head.

Simon stood there with an empty basin, looking stormy. Clara frowned, now fully awake, and took a deep breath. "What's your problem?"

It finally hit her that she was home, sitting by the entrance. How on earth did Simon get in here? He dropped the basin, leaned down, and grabbed her collar, pulling her up.

lips?" he demanded,

inhaled sharply, "Let

asked, what happened to your

"Allergic reaction."

for ages, and I've never heard of you having allergies.

"Alcohol."

most ridiculous thing. "Do you

it so hard to believe she was allergic to alcohol? How else could she explain the tingling

back onto the floor. Now she was really annoyed. She stood up, using the wall for support, wiped her face, and

her red lips and eyes still hazy

"That is none of your

angry. He didn't know if she'd been playing around or

his lips together and headed to the door. "Even if you don't tell me, I'll find out. If you've been seeing someone behind my back, then it's not betrayal on my part.

straight to the bathroom, filled the tub, and began undressing. In the mirror, she finally got a good look at her lips. They were red, with a slight prickly

Simon so upset about? It was just an allergic reaction. She stripped down and noticed a red mark near her thigh.

didn't remember much about her past. She had never experienced any romantic encounters. Her fingers brushed the spot, and her cheeks flushed at the thought. It was

on it, she eased into the tub, soaking comfortably. Twenty minutes later, she dried off and collapsed into bed, Feeling relaxed