Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 322

After Scarlette laid it all out, Nicholas lowered his lashes, a fleeting smile playing on his lips. "It's not hard for me, but how do you plan on rewarding me?"

Scarlette knew exactly what he meant. Playing dumb wasn't going to work this time.

She rubbed her temples, "What’s on your mind?"

Nicholas didn’t beat around the bush, his voice dropping to a sultry whisper, "I want to sleep with you."

Scarlette paused, still trying to wrap her head around how much Nicholas had changed. They'd grown up as siblings, or at least she thought of him that way. When did he start thinking differently? And how did he get so shamelessly bold about it?

Thinking about Clara, Scarlette realized there was no backing out. After all, it wasn’t like they hadn’t been down this road before.

"I’ll come over tonight."

Since their fallout, she hadn’t set foot in the Greenard estate. Then Nicholas moved out, bought himself a villa, and she’d never been there either.

Nicholas’s eyes reddened slightly, not sure why she suddenly agreed, but his heart felt warm nonetheless. He quickly sent her the address, knowing full well that Scarlette, with her tendency to avoid him, probably didn’t know where he lived now.

The thought made him grit his teeth in frustration. She’d been the one to make the first move, so why was she avoiding him like the plague now?

When Scarlette saw the address, she finally realized where he lived these days. Over the years, she’d gone out of her way to avoid anything related to him. Once she shed the identity of the Greenard family's adopted daughter, their worlds never really crossed paths. She only heard about him now and then through mutual acquaintances.

With a deep breath, she drove over. Once outside the villa, she sent Clara a message.

"You have no idea how much I’m sacrificing."

Clara didn’t get it at first, about to ask when Scarlette sent another.

"In the future, you owe me. No excuses."

Clara adored Scarlette’s boldness.

"Miss Blackwood, if you say go east, I wouldn’t dare go west."

Scarlette chuckled, rang the doorbell, and waited. Footsteps quickly approached; it was Nicholas who opened the door.

He’d been in the middle of a meeting when her call came through. The moment he hung up, he ditched the meeting and rushed over.

Seeing Scarlette, his eyes lit up, and he pulled her inside, eagerly capturing her lips.

Scarlette, with her sultry elegance, turned her head slightly, feeling a bit awkward. "Call the police first."

Nicholas, his face flushed with excitement, was already unbuttoning her blouse with one hand, phone in the other, dialing the police.

Scarlette closed her eyes, bracing herself.

But Nicholas seemed to have learned a thing or two since their first drunken encounter. Back then, she was in control, and he didn’t even know how to react. Now, he was navigating with confidence.

Watching her expressions, he realized she was pretending, and his pent-up frustration finally eased.

"Say my name."

Scarlette bit her lip, refusing, so he continued.

She thought she’d give in, but Scarlette was stubborn, holding out till the end.

A dangerous glint passed through Nicholas's eyes, and he intensified his actions.

When Scarlette finally passed out, Nicholas felt a pang of guilt, burying his head in her neck, confusion in his eyes.

What now? He couldn’t bear to let Scarlette go. Why should his world be thrown into chaos after that night while she could just walk away, leaving a chasm between them?

He couldn’t accept that.