The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

Everett was sick? In the photo, Everett lay on a hospital cot, eyes closed, and his face a tad pale.

It was clear as day that Kevin had snapped and sent it on the sly.

Predictably, a few more messages followed.

[Ms. Sanchez, I snagged this shot of Mr. Lopez secretly. He doesn't know, so let's keep it on the down-low, okay?] [He'd be ticked off.] [Mr. Lopez has been under the weather for days now, really out of sorts. Could you play dumb but drop him a line to check in on him?] Dorothy's fingers hesitated over her keyboard before typing back: [If I pretend I don't know he's sick, then suddenly start fussing over him, he'll smell a rat.] Everett was too sharp; such simple tricks wouldn't fool him.

[No worries. Give Mr. Lopez a ring, and you'll hear in his voice that he's not well!] [Call him in about two hours; he should be awake by then. Mr. Lopez just fell asleep not long ago after pulling yet another all- nighter. Nobody can handle that kind of grind!] Dorothy frowned, picturing Everett in work mode, driven as if his life depended on it.

[Alright, got it. Thanks, Kevin, for having his back.] [Don’t mention it. Just doing my bit.] After signing off with Kevin, Dorothy found herself inexplicably scrolling back to the top of the chat, clicking on Everett's photo, and studying it intently.

Her fingertip gently traced his cheek on the screen, over his furrowed brow, and lingered on his closed eyelids.

were clear, his features sharp, and his usually plump lips now pale, adding a sickly

Dorothy often

a blazing sun have fallen into her lap? It felt stolen, making her anxious

Bureau of Industry and Commerce wasn't going smoothly. The staff there were stalling with all sorts of excuses, reluctant

strict conditions—no photocopies, no taking documents away, just a

the two-hour mark approached, Dorothy had to let it

you any longer. I'm heading out.” Grabbing her bag, Dorothy hurried out

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notification popped up on

It was from Everett.

was only at this moment that Dorothy realized that this was