Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Inside the Moonlight lounge, Richard and Jackson were already there.

Jackson looked like he was having a rough day, hunched over his phone, busy texting someone back and barely glancing up. When he finally checked the group chat, he frowned and shot Richard a look.

"Hey, did you hear the rumor? Apparently, Dylan just got married?"

Richard, half-asleep on the sofa, just swallowed and muttered, "Married to who?"

Women from all over had tried to get close to Dylan. Unless it was the one he actually wanted, he'd never agree to marry. Honestly, who started this nonsense?

Jackson tossed his phone aside and thought for a second. "It's probably because Walter's been going through all those society girls' profiles lately. Everyone knows Dylan's supposed to have his marriage settled in the next couple of weeks, so the rumors are flying. I just wonder which one Walter will end up picking."

He shot a sideways glance at Richard. "Richard, did you already know who Dylan actually likes-"

He didn't get to finish. The door burst open and Nicholas strolled in, looking like he was on top of the world. You could tell he wanted everyone to ask what he'd been up to before he got here.

Jackson couldn't help but feel a little sorry for Scarlette. Out of everyone, she'd crossed paths with Nicholas the king of acting without thinking.

Nicholas flopped down on the sofa, slinging an arm over the back. He was practically radiating good mood.

message too? He called us all here out of nowhere- what's

beg him three or four times to even

the glass in his hand. "Who knows? Didn't you hear he's supposed to get married soon? Maybe he wants us to introduce him to someone. Maybe he's looking for the right kind of

thinking seriously about it-like,

Maybe he could help Dylan out, as long as

thoughtful, Richard almost laughed. This

a joke when the door

behind him, pushing Dylan's wheelchair with quiet respect. Once

the coffee table, eyeing the bottles lined

about to ask what was going on when Dylan spoke first. "What do you guys want

sure he'd misheard.

Richard frozes

offering to treat?

Dylan was

room, never

ven

stingy-it just wasn't like