The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

Dorothy didn't need to turn around to know who was approaching. The presence he carried with him was unmistakable, almost like the thick aroma of a freshly brewed coffee lingering in a quiet morning cafe.

"Aren't you supposed to be out of Eldorria City?" she asked, lifting her gaze to meet his. Her eyes danced with a playful light, perhaps accentuated by the wine she'd had, giving her a cheeky charm.

Everett stood before Dorothy wrapped in a black trench coat, his lips pressed together in silence, making no move to come any closer. It was as if he was there solely to escort her back to her apartment, with no intention of striking up a conversation.

Dorothy didn't press him to speak. Instead, she simply finished the drink in her hand. There was one last can left in her bag.

As she reached for it, Everett finally broke his silence with a furrowed brow, "Stop drinking. You know you can't handle it." "Since when do you care?" she retorted.

There was a beat of silence before Dorothy smirked and stubbornly attempted to open the last can.

second, both Dorothy and the can were enveloped in

in her flat shoes, barely reached his shoulder, her head nestled perfectly under his chin as his

she slurred slightly, her footing unsteady. She wrapped her arms around his waist for balance, her gaze hazy yet piercing, "Everett, you say I'm not good

Jeffrey's situation.” "Oh, I heard about that. His ex-girlfriend’s child isn't his, right? You found out?"

was numbing her senses, and the strength

nodding off in his

on the bench. I'll be fine!" Dorothy

on her, frowned and effortlessly lifted her into

loss of ground made

sleep." Dorothy furrowed her brows and pushed against him, "I don't need you to take care of me! Put me down." "And who do you need to take care

that text message! Perhaps it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the sense of safety in his arms, but Dorothy fell asleep before they had even left