Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 647

Chapter 647

Tara had to summon every bit of self-control she had not to burst in and drag the two of them apart.

She stepped back, quietly closed the door to the suite, and through the shrinking gap, she caught a glimpse of Clara's flushed face-Clara tried to turn away, but he firmly cupped her chin, pulling her back for another kiss.

The door finally clicked shut. Tara stood outside, half hidden in the darkness, her expression as cold and fierce as a thunderstorm.

Just then, Flynn stepped out from the neighboring suite. He saw Tara standing there, spaced out, and came over.

"Tara, why aren't you going in?"

Her face quickly smoothed into something normal. "Uncle, when you said you'd help me, did you really mean it?"

It was only then that Flynn noticed her red eyes, the way she looked like she might cry at any second.

When his sister was dying, she'd made him promise to take care of this niece of his.

He reached out, pulling her close, and led her down the hall to another suite. "What's wrong? Tell me what happened."

bit her lip, that scene with Clara

down, pulled out a tissue,

tilted her head back, trying

could take down Clara without even trying. But tonight proved she'd

watched her calm down so quickly, and a spark of admiration flashed in his eyes. "I'll figure something out. I'll be in Capital for a

"Thank you, Uncle."

misery. Once she got herself together, she started telling Flynn everything she knew about

like she was

tried to push Dylan away, her voice barely above a whisper, a little desperate. "Stop kissing

against his chest, eyes closed,

still on the back of her head, holding her gently against his

strand of hair behind her ear with his

"Alright, I'll stop."

a healthy dose of alcohol-Clara

looked up and took in the rest

should, so he just sat there, stubbornly waiting it out. There's no way they're gonna actually do anything with

shocked at first, now stared into his

one hand, scrolling through his phone, acting like none of this was