The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

When Dorothy woke up, the night had already wrapped the world outside in its dark embrace.

Stretching languidly, she rose from the bed. Her legs were still tingling with a residual soreness, but at least she could walk now.

Stepping out of the bedroom, the first floor was deserted, with only a single lamp casting a warm glow in the living room—it seemed like no one from upstairs had ventured down in quite some time.

As she reached the stairwell, the sounds of playful commotion drifted down from above. Everett was up there, his patience a well from which Abigail and Langston drew joyously. Each question they posed was met with careful attention, and Everett's answers were thorough, a testament to his commitment to their curiosity.

Corporation, loads of work had awaited

Dorothy’s movement, Everett looked

just unwrapped them!" Dorothy surveyed the upstairs, relieved to find only a mountain of toys—no forts or anything too rowdy that might have prompted a mild reprimand to

and circled Dorothy into a comforting embrace. "Awake now, are you hungry?" "Not really." Dorothy's appetite was modest, and she could go a long while on little

skip meals, it's not good for your stomach." Dorothy nodded, uncharacteristically compliant. "Okay." Meanwhile, Langston let out a sigh of relief as the progress bar on his computer finally hit 100%. He turned to share his triumph with Everett, only to catch the intimate

question. "Mommy and I are visiting Saint Cathedral tomorrow morning. You two want to come?" Abigail