The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

"Are you really cool with me doing this?" Dorothy chuckled. "Why wouldn't I be? Marriage is a wonderful thing, a celebration of love! Why would I want to rain on your parade?” Karen hesitated, her voice dropping to a whisper, "Dorothy, do you hate Jeffrey?" "Only if he's mean to you." "Kenneth thinks you'd be mad. He even gave me a piece of his mind, accusing me of betraying you—hooking up with a guy who used to side with Heather of all people!" Dorothy paused, a little taken aback.

That sure sounded like something Kenneth would do.

"I'm not upset, really. I don't exactly hate Jeffrey. I don't particularly like him either. I just think he's Everett's faithful buddy who genuinely has Everett's best interests at heart. Even when he's chewed me out, looking back, it was only because he thought I was not good enough for Everett." Viewed from another angle, Dorothy figured Karen might do the same.

"As long as you're okay, that's what matters. I've been worried sick about it." "Karen, neither you nor Kenneth owes me anything. If anything, I owe you both. Don't worry about my feelings." "What do you mean 'owe'? Aren't we all family here?" Karen laughed softly, then said, "Alright, I got the answer I was looking for.

I'll let you get back to your rest. You need to conserve your energy for... well, night's about to fall over there." Dorothy propped herself up on her elbow, sluggishly sitting up in bed.

to go down, she would do it with dignity! No sooner had she spoken than Everett stepped into

the mat with?" Great timing to overhear that! She exchanged a few

bag as if by magic and handed it over, "It's a specialty from

was surprised as she took the bag. "A specialty, huh? Was it really worth a trip?" Everett smiled, his eyes drifting to the marks he had left on her neck, satisfied

in. I got you the cinnamon rolls, Swevia meatballs, and their version of pancakes. I picked up a bit of everything." He was clearly trying to restrain himself, having driven around Swevia Country for a good while,

Dorothy

exactly to her taste. The cinnamon roll was a traditional food she

nibble away, her cheeks puffing out now and then, making

doing?" "I can't help myself." Dorothy was