The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

Jeffery brought Karen back to his place instead of hitting up a hotel. He always thought hotels were more like hookup joints, and that just wasn’t the vibe he was aiming for with Karen.

Standing at the front door of his townhouse, Karen peered inside, then spun around to fix Jeffery with a questioning stare.

“Why’d you bring me here?”

She half-expected them to make a beeline for a hotel or something.

But here they were, smack in the middle of Eldorria City’s swanky suburbia. If she wasn’t mistaken, this chic townhouse was Jeffery’s own pad.

“You’re not expecting… you know?” she quizzed him, leaving Jeffery momentarily at a loss for words.

With a press of his fingerprint, the door unlocked and he gestured inside, “Come on in.”

Hesitant, Karen finally stepped through the door into a dwelling that oozed luxury and was strikingly similar to a fancy hotel lobby. Polished marble sculpted into high-end decor, furniture that screamed ‘I cost a fortune,’ and a chandelier so massive that its crystals dazzled the eyes.

The place was every bit the peacock nest that fit a man like Jeffery.

a matter of seconds that the guy must’ve brought home his fair share of company. It was a perfect way to flaunt wealth and make any woman think that if she played her cards right, she could snag a permanent spot in this haven, without

near the entrance. He approached and presented her with a

wasn’t rolling in dough, she

she declined, feeling unworthy of the extravagantly

My mom bought them but never wore them,” Jeffery explained as he sensed her hesitation. His narrow eyes crinkled with a smile, “Relax, you’re the first

rolled her eyes

times have you said that

“What line?”

girl I’ve brought here,'” she mimicked, shrugging. “Bet you’ve told every girl that,

frustration, “This is my home! Why would I just bring any girl

with women were always elsewhere, definitely confined to the anonymity of

yet here

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none of my business,” Karen waved her hand dismissively. She had been tired of his excuses. “Which room?”

it, Mr. Turner, I’m really in a hurry! My parents are supposed to call