The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

"Hah." Everett chuckled above her head, "Seems like I'm the one dreaming.” How could it be her? He'd been harboring this dream for more than a decade. The longer it persisted, the more he dreaded waking up.

"Hmm? What?" Dorothy didn't quite catch that.

Everett, of course, wasn't about to repeat himself. He already felt low enough in front of Dorothy.

"It's nothing. Just wrapped up at work. Where do you wanna go?" "Is Jeffrey at the office?" Everett's thick brows furrowed. "Why do you ask about him?" Dorothy blinked, "Karen mentioned grabbing dinner together, that's why I asked." "He's there." "Oh." Dorothy nodded, leaning in closer to Everett with a teasing arch of her eyebrow. "Don't tell me you're getting jealous just because I asked about Jeffrey? He's your buddy!" "I don't like you snooping around other men." Dorothy couldn't help but laugh.

She had no idea Everett had such a possessive streak. She used to think he was cool and somewhat detached, not paying her much mind and even giving her plenty of space. Turns out, the aloof act was just an act.

Dorothy thought for a moment, smiling guiltily, "Probably." The last thing she wanted was someone's

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so well? You didn't go and do homework on me, did you?" "Do I need to? For someone who sat next to me for years and never even borrowed a pen, I think I got the gist." Back in school, her mantra was to owe nothing to

wasn't about avoiding a loss, but more that she wasn't good at socializing or handling people's kindness and

The words slipped out before Dorothy could stop them. Reflecting on

I even helped you with your backpack, you'd be sure to say thanks with utmost politeness."

letter on Dorothy's desk. Unable to bear sitting down afterward, he made up an excuse about the classroom being stuffy and went out to shoot hoops

the game. He lost miserably, consumed with thoughts of what she would say when he got back. Would she reject him or accept him? When the bell rang and he returned to the classroom, basketball in hand, seeing Dorothy with the letter was like a punch to the

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