Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 242

Scarlette stumbled back a few steps, finding herself pinned against the sleek

black car.

"Nicholas, that's enough!"

With a cut on his lip from her slap, Nicholas casually licked the blood away. "Scarlette, I heard you're bringing Morgan to meet your folks?"

Scarlette's chest rose and fell as she clutched the car door frame.

"This is my business, I don't owe you an explanation."

She took a deep breath, her voice softening. "We're going to be family soon. Don't look at him like he's your enemy. You're going to have to call him 'brother-in-law.""

Nicholas chuckled darkly, his eyes clouded with intensity.

Scarlette felt a hint of fear from his unpredictable nature and frowned. "And stop being so informal with me. Call me 'sister.' If you keep coming around like this, the Greenard family is going to give me a hard time. Nicholas, stop acting like a kid."

could say another word, Nicholas grabbed her wrist and pushed her

dizzy. Before she knew it, he

away, I'm just your 'little brother,' but when you need me, you cling to

in the cramped space, his

was roomy, but when Scarlette tried to

told you so many times, that night

in closer, his hand moving downward, parting

to push him away, but he held her

"Nicholas!"

hand, smirking as he examined his fingers. "You say one thing, but your body tells a different story. Is Morgan so useless he

he finished, Scarlette slapped him

snapped to the side, five red marks

a pang of guilt and pain. They used to be so close, incredibly close. She thought his

wasn't. Did he really not know

as she gently touched his face. "Does it

like a brother. She

sharp tongue well. She rummaged around the car for a first aid kit but found none, so she resorted to using her hand to