Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 228

Upon arriving at Moonlight Lounge, Clara gently set the wheelchair down, helped Dylan into it, and wheeled him towards their private room. Just as they got to the door, her phone buzzed with a message from Z: [I'm happy, want to kiss you.]

Clara's cheeks turned a rosy red. This guy, always so direct with his words.

She didn't have time to reply immediately. After settling Dylan in the room and opening the door, she was greeted by Nicholas, Jackson, and Richard already inside. These four seemed to hang out often. As the only woman, she felt a bit awkward staying in the room.

Noticing her unease, Dylan said, "Go enjoy yourself outside." His tone was gentle, almost like he was soothing a child.

Clara avoided looking at Jackson, who always seemed ready for a fight when they met. With Dylan's go-ahead, she quickly left the room.

Inside, Nicholas put down his glass and asked Jackson, "Got any tips for impressing a woman?"

Jackson raised an eyebrow, thinking he must have misheard, "Say that again?"

Nicholas just pressed his lips together, choosing to stay silent.

Richard chimed in, "Just make sure she's happy in bed. If she's not into you, maybe you're not trying hard enough."

The comment seemed to hit a nerve with Nicholas, sparking a debate. Dylan, meanwhile, had been quiet since they arrived, lost in his thoughts.

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Once outside, Clara wandered around, her phone buzzing again. Another message from Z: [Where are you?]

She smiled and sent him her exact location: [Working, entertaining my boss.]

[I'm coming to find you,] he replied.

Clara furrowed her brows. It wasn't that she didn't want him to come, but Moonlight was a members-only place. If he got stopped at the door, it could be awkward.

As she walked, she started typing a reply, but before she could send it, a hand reached out from a nearby room and pulled her inside.

"Mmph!" Before she could say anything, she was caught in a kiss. He wore a thin shirt, and the room had a subtle, elegant scent. Breathless, Clara pushed him back. She couldn’t see his face, so she cupped it with her hands.