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."

and kissed her long and deep,

phone, and,

a welcome party the other day-he showed up with Tara, and everyone was saying they looked amazing together. A total golden couple vibe. They even went upstairs together-no one knows what happened, but honestly, everyone in our circle thinks they're a great match. I'm

do something like that. She'd even tried

Then she remembered the note she'd found. Knowing Dylan, for him to write something like

shouldn't

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

just had to

really. I should've picked you up

a bit longer before

felt at ease. If Dylan and Tara were really getting along, maybe her leaving wouldn't make Dylan take anything out on Z. Maybe in a few days, word of Dylan's big

as she drifted

been sleeping well lately-no dreams at all. But

him lying on the ground, blood everywhere. She tried everything to stop the bleeding, but

falling apart, shaking like a painting about to

struggling, trying to hold her hand. Clara wanted

opened between them, forcing them