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.

what he was talking about. He just looked so

is what it's like to take

she was

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

guy with a little ponytail piped up, "Why not just get rid of him? Can you believe he'd treat you like that? Older guys always

years older than she

to consider it for a second, then rubbed her

just call it a dog

wasn't

to get some water. She clutched the glass, downed three big gulps of cold water,

temples and

Palm Bay?

the hallway as a housekeeper came downstairs. When she

"Ma'am, can't sleep?"

slowly set her glass down.

stir up whatever medicine was still in her system, making her head fuzzy again. She couldn't figure out why

at Palm Bay, her

bouncing between random

memories and confusion?

the lights and immediately

and came back with

Maybe take

"No, it's fine."

cleared, but then

call him. He's probably

after Clara went upstairs, she quietly called

night, Dylan was still

details for

with his

o'clock

ironed out the last of the plans and the old house was already getting decorated. The party was in two days, and

hadn't gone back to Palm Bay, staying

his phone rang, his laptop screen was

and the housekeeper's anxious voice

Mrs. Ferguson

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