When Love Turns Dangerous (Tara) novel Chapter 115

After Soren left, Lance pulled Tara into his lap on the couch. His expression was cold as he held out her phone.

"Enter your passcode," he said.

He went through her contacts one by one until he found Soren's number on the blocklist. Chuckling, he kissed her cheek.

"Good job," he praised softly.

Tara sighed to herself. Now that Lance had gotten what he wanted, she wondered how long his interest would last. As for Soren, she hoped he would forget her soon. She couldn't handle being pursued by two relentless, exceptional men.

Lance glanced at her, as if reading her thoughts. He looked calm, but Soren's appearance had clearly unsettled him.

The slight shifts in Tara's expression gave her away. It was obvious Soren still had an effect on her.

"Soren never takes anything seriously," Lance said. "You don't need to care about anything he says."

Tara said thoughtfully, "I used to think that too, but today… he kind of changed my mind. He's actually—"

She didn't get to finish her sentence. Midway through her thought, she turned and saw Lance's icy stare.

Startled, she froze.

Oh, crap!

She quickly jumped up to escape, but Lance pulled her back into his arms. His cold expression filled her vision as he murmured, "Go on."

Tara laughed awkwardly and waved her hand. "I was just rambling. It didn't mean anything."

Lance tightened his hold on her. "Soren's not a good guy. You're not allowed to think anything good about him."

Tara thought she'd heard something similar before. Soren had once said the same thing about Shawn—that he wasn't as simple as he looked.

…

That night, Tara and Lance shared a passionate kiss in the bathroom.

The moment echoed her dream, and she was stunned by how perfectly it matched.

Tara didn't wake up until late morning. Her legs were unbelievably weak, and she glared at Lance, embarrassed.

Thankfully, he went out that afternoon to deal with some matters. If he'd stayed, she really wouldn't have been able to handle it.

Tara sat on the couch watching TV, but her mind was elsewhere—she needed to find a job.

Even though Lance had given her a black card and bought her a home, she still wanted to work. Over the past few days, she had submitted her résumé to several major companies, but none had responded.

Frustrated, Tara reviewed her résumé again and again. Was she really that unqualified?

But she had to put the job hunt on hold. It was moving day.

The movers Lance had hired arrived around 3:00 p.m. They packed both her and his belongings and headed to the new apartment he had bought for her.

Tara had never seen the place before. She was about to ride with the moving truck when a driver approached. He told her that Lance had sent him for her.

She got into the car, realizing again just how thoroughly Lance planned everything.

The car pulled into a well-known luxury complex in the city center, home to the elite.

As they entered the underground garage, Tara sighed. No wonder Lance couldn't tolerate the tiny place she'd been renting—the difference was staggering.

She took the elevator directly to her floor. The moment she stepped into the apartment, she was stunned by its size and elegance.

She quickly pulled down the screen. The headline read, "Lance Swain's Love Life Exposed!"

Tara's breath caught. She tapped open the article. It was full of clear photos from last night's grocery run—shots of her and Lance getting out of the car and walking into the store.

The comment section was buzzing with shock. But fortunately, no one insulted her because no one could tell who she was.

Tara let out a breath. Thank goodness Lance was a respected singer, not a scandal-chasing celebrity who thrived on tabloid drama.

She had just put down her phone when she looked up and saw Lance leaning against the door, watching her calmly. She hadn't even noticed when he came in.

"We got photographed together," she said. "Will that be a problem for you?"

Lance walked over. He wrapped an arm around her and kissed her lips. "It doesn't affect me at all."

"But your fans…" Tara trailed off.

"They're just people who like my music."

Tara's face drained of color when she noticed his phone constantly lighting up. While strangers might not recognize her, Gemma, Jonah, or Shawn certainly would.

Nervousness gnawed at her. What if Gemma showed up to confront her?

Lance saw the fear on her face and knew exactly what she was thinking. He chuckled and kissed her again. "Don't worry. No one's going to come after you."

Tara leaned against his chest and nodded, though uneasily.

What she feared most was that the story might still follow the original plot—the one in which the original host's flirtations with the male leads were revealed, leading to a humiliating downfall.

Now that Lance was protecting her, things might not go so badly if she were exposed.