Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 397

"Ever heard of the Dawson family from New York?" Kaitlyn's hands gripped the steering wheel a bit tighter. That reaction said it all—she knew exactly who they were.

Jackson smirked, deciding to keep quiet. But then Kaitlyn surprised him by turning around. "Are you from the Dawson family?"

"Yeah."

Her face fell, brows knitting together as if she was putting pieces together. Then, out of nowhere, she said, "Jackson, let's end this. Don't contact me again. Please get out of the car."

She pulled over, making it clear she wanted him out. Jackson was taken aback, staring at her. "You're throwing me out?"

Most people would jump at the chance to cozy up to someone from the Dawson family, not kick them out. Jackson was used to people clamoring for his attention, and here was Kaitlyn, doing the exact opposite.

Looking serious, Kaitlyn deleted all his contact info right in front of him. "It's better for both of us this way. If you're looking for a bed buddy, find someone else."

Jackson was too stunned to speak, just sitting there until her sarcasm hit him. "Jackson, already addicted?"

That struck a nerve. He got out of the car, slamming the door. "Don't overestimate yourself."

And just like that, she drove off, not even hesitating. Clara, watching Jackson left on the sidewalk, wasn't sure if she should stop for him. But knowing Jackson, he'd probably just tell her to leave, so she drove on.

Fuming, Jackson was left in the dust.

When they reached Kaitlyn's studio, Clara couldn't hold back. "What happened with you and Jackson?"

Kaitlyn seemed unfazed, casually brushing her hair back. "Nothing major. Just a bad choice I don't want to complicate my life with."

When they got to the office, Kaitlyn switched gears. "Clara, I’ve got those two performers coming over. Take a look."

Clara pushed Jackson out of her mind. Three minutes later, two young men walked in.

They were both striking, each with a look that was hard to forget. One had long hair, the other a buzz cut, but neither looked too happy.

Still, they greeted Kaitlyn respectfully, "Kaitlyn."

Clara's eyes caught on the long-haired guy, his looks almost otherworldly. Picking up on her interest, he smiled, "Ms. Clara, I'm Eli, and this is my brother, Seth."

Despite being siblings, they looked nothing alike, and Seth seemed distant, not in the mood to talk. Eli, with his fox-like eyes, was the opposite—warm and engaging as he introduced them.