The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

With the sun, Dorothy arose the next day, her eyes fluttering open before Everett's for a change.

Propping herself up on her elbow, she gazed adoringly at his sleeping face. Even in slumber, he radiated a chiseled tranquility, the usual frost of aloofness melting away to unveil a softer side. Tousled hair added a boyish charm, reminiscent of a high school jock ready to hit the field for a game of hoops at a moment's notice.

Not wanting to let this rare moment slip by, Dorothy instinctively reached under her pillow for her phone to capture the scene. But after fumbling around, her phone was nowhere to be found. She could have sworn she placed it there before drifting off to sleep.

Frustrated with her unsuccessful search, she flipped the pillow entirely, only to come up empty-handed. The commotion was enough to stir Everett from his dreams.

When she looked back at him, his eyes were already open, watching her.

"What are you looking for?" he asked, his voice husky with the remnants of sleep, a deep and enticing timbre to his morning rasp.

but instead got out of bed.

in last night before going to bed? She slapped her forehead, unable to recall, and decided to

mood for conversation, Dorothy was surprised to find him fresh from the shower, dressed and ready, waiting at the door as she finished

"Let's go," he said.

"I promised Abigail and Langston we'd take them to the amusement

Meet me downstairs,” he

on Everett's words from the day before, "After these three days, you're free to go." It seemed Everett had shifted from planning a future to planning

waiting at home for a while and finding no sign of him as darkness fell, she reluctantly drove back to the hospital

he had left