The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

"Coming." Karen couldn't be bothered to put on her shoes and ran straight to the door.

But she was cautious, peering through the peephole before swinging it open.

It wasn't Jeffrey. It was his ex.

Suddenly, Karen felt a twinge of annoyance. This one was nothing like the woman she'd bumped into at the mall, who had at least the ability to read the room. But this one was clingy, like chewing gum stuck to the sole of your favorite sneakers.

Karen toyed with the idea of pretending she wasn't home, but the woman outside had already started shouting.

"I know you're there, open up. We need to talk." Silence.

She even knew Karen was home. Had she bugged the place? With a sigh, Karen draped a cardigan over her shoulders and slipped into a pair of loafers before opening the door. If she was going to face her romantic rival, she wasn't about to do it looking like she'd just rolled out of bed.

eyes widened at the

She scoffed internally at the thought that she'd been worried about this woman's "powers." "In Jeffrey's house, seeing his fiancée, what's so surprising? But bumping into

than to expect any concessions

asked, masking

for him?" Karen

laugh. "Well, if you're looking for him, why ask me? Don't tell me you've lost his number. Or maybe you called and he's not picking up?" "You—" "Me what?" Karen stepped back, appraising her with a snort. "You thought I wouldn't be at Jeffrey's place, and you could just swoop in for a sleepover, huh? Is that why you are dressing

glanced down at Paige's legs—fair and long. Jeffrey did

them here? I'll

Then I'm closing the door.

frustration evident