Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 625

She took a deep breath and called Scarlette again.

She wanted the scoop on Dylan and Tara—if anyone knew what was really going on, it'd be Scarlette, who was practically part of Dylan's inner circle.

Scarlette heard her phone buzzing, rolled over, and tried to reach for it, but she was wrapped up tight in someone's arms.

Nicholas was holding her close, nuzzling her neck like he never wanted to let go. "Nicholas?" she mumbled, a little dazed. When did he crawl into bed?

Without missing a beat, Nicholas reached over and hung up her ringing phone. His voice was low, just a little grumpy. "It's late. Who's calling you now? Don't tell me it's that Morgan guy again."

Scarlette tried to sit up and grab her phone, but Nicholas just tossed it further away onto the couch.

"What could possibly be so urgent? Whatever it is can wait till morning," he insisted.

Scarlette had been texting on and off with Clara these past few days, and something told her this call was from her. She tried to keep her cool.

"It's just a good friend-she wants me to pick her up."

her long and deep, only letting her go when he was

finally got her phone,

and everyone was saying they looked amazing together. A total golden couple vibe. They even went upstairs together-no

that. She'd even tried asking Nicholas,

hearing this. Then she remembered the note she'd found. Knowing

Scarlette. I shouldn't have called so

spent more than a year preparing for this deal, and now, right when it was about to go through, everything kept falling apart. On top of that, she had to pretend to be all buddy-buddy with Morgan in front of their partners. If Nicholas ever found out what was going on, who knows what kind of

had to keep it

I should've picked you up that

bit

take anything out on Z. Maybe in a few days, word of Dylan's big wedding would be all over the

smiled a little as she

well lately-no dreams at all. But tonight, she

She tried everything to stop the bleeding, but

world around them was falling apart,

trying to hold her hand. Clara wanted to reach back,

a huge chasm opened between them,