Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 749

When Kaitlyn left the Dawson family home, the early spring air felt colder than usual. Every time she walked out of that place, it was like the weight of the world settled on her shoulders.

Alan had always treated her well-and she owed him for it. That kind of kindness was a debt she couldn't just shrug off.

She gripped the steering wheel a little tighter. Half a year. That's all that was left. Three years had already passed; what was a few more months? Besides, with the way Jackson seemed to hate her, even if he had another three years, he'd never set foot in their so-called marital home.

Maybe that was for the best.

Driving to her studio, Kaitlyn couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. The mood today felt tense-like everyone was waiting for bad news.

She turned to her assistant. "What's going on?"

Her assistant blushed, fidgeting with her phone. "You know that movie we signed onto with the director? The investors just switched. The new backer's a big deal— like, way out of our league. Their rep is here and wants to talk with you."

Kaitlyn's eyebrows drew together. She only managed six artists-none of them stars, just bit parts in films. But movies were the fastest way for them to move up, and she'd worked hard to build good relationships with a few directors. She couldn't afford to mess that up, and she definitely couldn't afford to lose the investors.

Some days, she really was just another person struggling to keep her job.

She pushed open her office door and stopped short. Sitting in her chair, flipping through a magazine, was Jackson.

look up at first-just lazily turned a page, like he owned the

the second she realized who it was,

don't look thrilled to see

wondered if something she'd said last night had set him off. Normally, a guy with his ego wouldn't bother chasing her

at the director hovering

this is our new investor. We're in luck-Jackson's got money to burn. Says he'll up the budget, but wants to personally approve your artists'

think this was normal? Since when did

for years. They were practically friends now. She could only take a deep breath

Dawsons are, right? Once Jackson got involved, all the other investors bailed. We spent months kissing up to them, and now no one else will touch the project. We

on. It was obvious: he was too much

was just business-the weak

her chair, perfectly at ease, waiting for

director wiped sweat from his forehead and quickly made his exit, leaving just

at him,

lazy wave. "Funny running into you here. Didn't we just

"Jackson, what do you want? This

fiddled with a fountain pen her fountain pen, actually—his long fingers making