Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 692

Chapter 692

Clara's chest rose and fell with frustration as she turned to leave, only to hear him call out behind her.

"Clara."

She stopped in her tracks, annoyance written all over her face.

"What is it?"

"I'll take responsibility for you. From now on—"

She cut him off before he could finish. "There is no 'from now on' for us."

He just nodded. "Alright."

He watched her walk away, echoing her words softly, then fell quiet.

It was just a dream, but Clara could feel her irritation smoldering, like there was a fire burning under her skin.

Take responsibility for what, exactly? she wondered.

The dream shifted, scenes fading back to that steamy, smoky pool-everything around her dreamy and blurred. She was breathless from his kiss, her eyes unfocused as she looked up at him.

"Do you know who I am?" he asked.

She nodded. "Yeah, I know."

He didn't seem convinced. "Really?"

She nodded again, more firmly this time. "Mhm."

He looked at her with a kind of tense restraint, like he was holding something

back, not sure if he should believe her.

"You really know I'm-"

She stopped his words with a kiss.

was talking about. He just

like to take advantage of

was

over on the couch, her dream picking up right where it left off. She slapped him,

little ponytail piped up, "Why not just get rid of him? Can you believe he'd treat you like

four years older

for a second,

call it a dog bite and

wasn't giving up that

slowly sitting up. Her throat felt like sandpaper, so she scrambled off the couch to get some water. She clutched the glass, downed three big gulps of cold water, and only then did the burning

temples and

Palm Bay?

as a housekeeper came downstairs. When

"Ma'am, can't sleep?"

her glass

still in her system, making her head fuzzy

Palm

bouncing between random

memories and confusion?

on the lights and

off and came back with some

you feeling alright? Maybe take these. I'll call Mr.

"No, it's fine."

moment, Clara's eyes cleared, but then they turned hazy

call him. He's probably

Clara went upstairs, she quietly

was still at

for a big

his

o'clock

plans and the old house was already getting decorated. The party was in two days, and invitations

to Palm Bay,

rang, his laptop screen was

the housekeeper's anxious

Mrs. Ferguson doesn't seem

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