Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 263

"'"'Of course you look great. That's a no-brainer. If you ever let the media have a

field day with you, they'd probably go on and on about how amazing you are. But you've always been clear-no reports on your private life." Jackson, who was usually clueless about romance, squinted at Dylan as he spoke.

"Dylan, when a guy starts caring about his looks, it usually means he's got someone on his mind. So, you... got someone?"

"Nope." Dylan glanced down at the coffee table, reaching for his drink.

Jackson quickly moved it out of reach. "That stuff's strong. Sure you wanna go for

it? You should watch your stomach. Heard Cedric gave you an earful the other

day. Maybe stick to something lighter if you're gonna drink."

As luck would have it, the bottle Dylan reached for was the same one Clara had been drinking from earlier.

Jackson chuckled to himself, thinking about Clara probably throwing up somewhere. "Clara's probably tossing her cookies right about now. She should watch out-Moonlight's got plenty of sketchy types. If someone picks her up, who knows when she'd get away."

raised an eyebrow, his fingers drumming lightly on the

thinking Dylan was clueless. "Yeah, it's when those drunks pass out on the street and someone takes them home. They wake up the next day, and there's

couldn't stand these social scenes, and it took a lot of convincing to get him out. Even then, he'd never show up alone. Yet here

you meeting up with Nicholas or Richard

"Nope."

been seeing lately. She was his type, both in and out of bed.

My lady friend wants to meet

and, after

Honestly, I'm pretty wild in bed, and she keeps coming back

replied noncommittally as Jackson quickly made his

found Clara still there, leaning against the door, lost in

had a hint of a smile, leaving Jackson at a loss for

she handed over, tossing it into his car with a look of disdain. "Don't

issues with the follow-up contract, just let me know." Waving her off, Jackson hopped in his

and squatting down, her stomach on fire and sweat pouring off her. If she hadn't forced herself to wait for Jackson, she

sweat dripping down her face.

leather purse in hand, was busy chatting with her friends about how much Dylan adored her.