Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 751

Jackson's face clouded over. He leaned back, subtly putting some space between them.

She caught every detail, noticing right away-he was pulling back, even if just for a second. She knew he'd always been a bit of a neat freak, especially back when he was dating his ex. That girl had been the picture of sweet and innocent.

Kaitlyn pressed her foot on the gas, rolling through a couple of stores and picking up groceries, stalling for nearly an hour.

Jackson finally lost patience. "Do you realize how valuable my time is?"

She figured by now everything should be set, so she headed straight for her own place.

Alan had set up a house for her, but she hardly ever went there-it was way too big. Maybe one day, if she got a pet or something. Instead, she'd bought herself a big flat near her studio-about three thousand square feet, and it was just her most nights.

Jackson glanced up at the building, one eyebrow raised. "This place is barely ten minutes from your studio. Did you just take me on a joyride?"

She shrugged as she parked. "My husband asked me to pick up some things. Jackson doesn't come home much, but that's married life, right?”

Jackson shifted, looking vaguely unsettled. "Your husband's actually home?"

She strode ahead like it was nothing, pressing the elevator button. "Yep. If you're too chicken to come up, I'll go down and get the marriage certificate for you."

Jackson didn't scare easily-maybe not at all.

curling into a cold smile. "You're

at the eighth floor. The apartment took up the whole landing. She slipped off her shoes at the door. Just then, it opened from the inside, and a man in his thirties stood there-broad, square jaw, the

man looked at Jackson, confused. "And you

we're working on. He was passing by, so I invited

groceries and fruit, totally unfazed. "Come in, have a seat. Thanks for picking these

studied him, surprised by how calm he was no suspicion,

"Jackson, you coming in

twinge of guilt. Standing here like some cliché cheater, about to meet the

didn't have Kaitlyn's nerves of

woman... honestly. He had

the elevator button, and

temples. Behind her, the man still held the groceries, looking

a heartbeat, all business. Yes, thanks. Like I said on the phone, my assistant will send over the contract soon. For the next six months, there'll be times I need you to act as my husband. No one can suspect a thing-especially the guy you just saw. That shouldn't be a problem for you, right?

standing in the living room. "Alright, I'll

out of his old management deal and needed this job.

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rookie actors under her wing landed