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.

of the penthouse still feeling irritated,

scared that pushing Scarlette would just make her shut

Relationships-what a nightmare.

sighed, "You busy? Want

do. I'm

let out a long breath. This guy had been hanging around Scarlette's apartment almost every night

just gonna camp out there and let

been working overtime just to squeeze out

about you? Why are you

be real: if Jackson wanted to go drinking now,

he was starting to feel the same

he and Nicholas weren't the same. Nicholas actually loved Scarlette that's

He didn't love Kaitlyn; he just wanted to sleep with someone

enough

off doing who-knows-what, Dylan's busy playing house

off, thinking about Kaitlyn's gentle voice on the phone? He couldn't help it— his smile

rolled his eyes at the weird call. Jackson seriously needed a hobby. He kept his eyes on

still wasn't home, and it was nearly midnight. What was she doing

Then, finally,

voice calm but not exactly friendly. "How much longer are you planning to keep

been staking out her place for a whole