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."

leaned in, and kissed her long and deep, only letting her go when he was

her phone, and, sure enough, it was

balcony for privacy. "Clara, what's up? Dylan and Tara? The Warrens threw 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

quite believe Dylan would do something like that. She'd even tried asking Nicholas, but he was annoyingly tight-lipped

relief after hearing this. Then she remembered the note she'd found. Knowing Dylan, for him to write something like that, he must really care

shouldn't have called

hadn't had a full night's sleep in forever. She'd spent more than a year preparing for this deal, and now, right when it was about to go through,

she just had to keep

should've picked you up that

bit longer before hanging

Dylan and Tara were really getting along, maybe her leaving wouldn't make Dylan take anything out on Z. Maybe in a few days,

a little as she drifted

at all. But

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

falling apart, shaking like

to hold her hand. Clara wanted to

huge chasm opened between them, forcing