The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

Dorothy only realized something was off as she settled into the car, headed towards Bay Residence.

How on earth did Everett know about her twisted ankle? Everett was focused on the road; he addressed her unspoken question before she could voice it.

"The car you saw this morning, it was mine." "Oh..." Dorothy found herself at a loss for words.

Pursuing this topic would unavoidably lead to explaining why she hadn't invited Everett to pay respects to her mother.

He didn't press further, though. Despite both sitting in the front, an invisible wall seemed to have erected between them. Neither had the courage to tear it down.

Back at home, Everett headed straight for the master bathroom to shower.

Dorothy knew that even he himself couldn't stand that smell of smoke! She checked on the kids upstairs; the hired chef had already prepared their dinner, and they were now scattered, each absorbed in their own activities.

she noticed Everett

for the switch, her hand was suddenly enveloped, and in a swift motion,

just yet." His voice was as husky as ever, his Adam's apple bobbing

reached for his clothes, only to find he wasn't wearing any, her fingers

eager, almost like a teenager experiencing his

to move with a fervor that left her wincing in pain, but she bit her lip, neither pushing him away nor

devoured her with a desperate intensity, sealing her lips with his, again and

sea, pushed by relentless waves, unsure

could do was relax as best she could, meeting his ferocity to spare herself greater

wasn't about pleasure for him; he was desperately trying to

her, possess her like this. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt

she reached out, embracing his narrow waist, silently conceding

say you won't leave me," Everett's voice