Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 692

Clara’s chest rose and fell with frustration as she turned to leave, only to hear him call out behind her.

“Clara.”

She stopped in her tracks, annoyance written all over her face.

“What is it?”

“I’ll take responsibility for you. From now on—”

She cut him off before he could finish. “There is no ‘from now on’ for us.”

He just nodded. “Alright.”

He watched her walk away, echoing her words softly, then fell quiet.

It was just a dream, but Clara could feel her irritation smoldering, like there was a fire burning under her skin.

Take responsibility for what, exactly? she wondered.

The dream shifted, scenes fading back to that steamy, smoky pool—everything around her dreamy and blurred. She was breathless from his kiss, her eyes unfocused as she looked up at him.

“Do you know who I am?” he asked.

She nodded. “Yeah, I know.”

He didn’t seem convinced. “Really?”

She nodded again, more firmly this time. “Mhm.”

He looked at her with a kind of tense restraint, like he was holding something back, not sure if he should believe her.

“You really know I’m—”

She stopped his words with a kiss.

Honestly, she had no clue what he was talking about. He just looked so good—too good not to kiss.

So this is what it’s like to take advantage of someone, she thought.

Well, she was drunk anyway.

Clara rolled over on the couch, her dream picking up right where it left off. She slapped him, her mood turning even worse.

A guy with a little ponytail piped up, “Why not just get rid of him? Can you believe he’d treat you like that? Older guys always chasing after younger women.”

Dylan was four years older than she was.

She seemed to consider it for a second, then rubbed her temples.

“Let’s just call it a dog bite and move on.”

But this dog wasn’t giving up that easily.

Clara jolted awake, staring at the ceiling before slowly sitting up. Her throat felt like sandpaper, so she scrambled off the couch to get some water. She clutched the glass, downed three big gulps of cold water, and only then did the burning in her throat ease up.

She massaged her temples and looked around, confused.

Palm Bay?

Footsteps echoed in the hallway as a housekeeper came downstairs. When she saw Clara, her voice was full of concern.

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