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.

at the sight of

as a whip, Karen realized the comment had been intended for Jeffrey. 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 his ex, now that's

expect any concessions

she asked, masking

for him?" Karen feigned

huh? Is that why you are dressing so slutty?" At a loss for words, Paige could only retort weakly, "I am not." "Please, it's barely 50 degrees out, and I'm shivering under the covers while you're knocking on a man's door in shorts and a tight sweater, telling me you're not

down at Paige's legs—fair and

off and leave them here? I'll make sure to pass them to Jeffrey when he gets

do it? No? Then I'm closing the door. It's freezing."

frustration evident on