Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 846

Her face shifted, and for a second, she looked like she might actually punch him.

She bent down, striding straight toward the bed.

Jackson went to shower. When he came out, he flopped down, ready to crash- only for her voice to slice through the quiet, cold as ice. "I don't remember 'sharing a bed' being in the deal."

Seriously, he'd never met a woman who could switch up this fast. One minute, tangled up together like nothing else mattered; the next, she was all business, drawing lines like they hadn't just been wrapped around each other an hour ago.

He sat at the edge of the bed, frustrated, when her phone started ringing. The name on the screen? "Husband."

She picked up, not bothering with speakerphone.

"Yeah, I'm working late tonight, so I'm not coming home. You've had a long day- go to bed early. I'll be back in the morning."

He had no idea what the guy on the other end was saying, but she was smiling softly. "Don't worry about me. Take care of yourself, too."

Once she hung up, the room fell dead silent.

Jackson could see it clear as day-she was all warm and sweet on the phone, but with him, she didn't even try to pretend.

He got up, grabbed his jacket, and headed for the door.

Kaitlyn pulled the covers up and didn't say a word.

the penthouse still feeling irritated, and before he could stop himself,

having a good week either. He kept getting the feeling Scarlette and Morgan were hiding something from him, but he was scared that pushing Scarlette would just make

Relationships-what a nightmare.

sighed, "You busy? Want to

do. I'm outside

had been hanging around Scarlette's apartment almost

camp out there and let the company run

was actually a great manager, but lately, he'd been working overtime just to squeeze out more time for Scarlette whenever

his gaze, sounding a little down. "What about you? Why are you calling me

to go drinking now,

honestly, he was starting to

same. Nicholas actually loved Scarlette

he just wanted to sleep with someone

not getting enough just left

"Eh, doesn't matter. Colin's off doing who-knows-what,

his mood was a little off, thinking about Kaitlyn's gentle voice on the phone? He couldn't help it— his smile faded. "Whatever.

seriously needed a hobby. He

home, and it was nearly midnight. What was she doing out

another thirty minutes. Then, finally,

outside, holding a bag, her voice calm but not exactly friendly. "How much longer are you

been staking out her