Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 558

She looked up at him, her eyes steady and unreadable, her voice cool and even.

"Jackson, this isn't fun anymore."

Jackson clenched his jaw, irritation simmering beneath his collected front. "Kaitlyn, you never mentioned you were married when we started sleeping together. Now you're using that as an excuse to push me away? Or is it suddenly too much for you, being with someone else's wife?"

Kaitlyn frowned, her tone flat. "I heard you're married too, Jackson."

His hand slid down to her waist, fingertips pressing lower, a flicker of heat sparking in his eyes.

"I'll get a divorce. The woman at home means nothing-she's just for show. But if you care this much, does that mean you want to marry me? Sorry, that's not happening."

He said it just to provoke her, to see if he could get a reaction.

But she just took his hand, pulled it away, slow and calm. "I have things to do. I won't keep you."

She'd only walked a few steps when he grabbed her and pulled her back.

"Your husband's basically just decoration too. We're good together-are you really

ready to throw that away? What, am I not good enough for you?"

ear, sometimes biting lightly as he

too many times not

her head aside, one

should introduce me to your loser husband.

help it-she laughed, her lips curling up, though he

few steps back. The mood was ruined; her

"What's so funny?"

crinkled, her whole vibe suddenly softer.

linger, then took a steady breath. "Jackson, I have a husband. You have a wife. We really should end this. We were just in it for the fun-no need to make it messy. Like you said, you're not lacking in options, so don't make things hard for a married woman like me. If we ever run into each other again, let's just pretend we don't know each other. I don't want

repeating "my husband, my

couldn't get his head around it. After being with him, how could

he'd never satisfied

compare

seemed totally lost in it-she never looked

in his thoughts, she

me with one last thing? I want to divorce my wife, but I need her to really believe I've moved on-play along with

gripped the steering wheel, the corners of her mouth lifting in a

stay? Maybe if you just asked, she'd be

get what it meant to marry into

chased him down herself, and