The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

Fitness Fun in the Park

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Everett was sick? In the photo, Everett lay on a hospital cot, eyes closed, and his face a tad pale.

It was clear as day that Kevin had snapped and sent it on the sly.

Predictably, a few more messages followed.

[Ms. Sanchez, I snagged this shot of Mr. Lopez secretly. He doesn't know, so let's keep it on the down-low, okay?] [He'd be ticked off.] [Mr. Lopez has been under the weather for days now, really out of sorts. Could you play dumb but drop him a line to check in on him?] Dorothy's fingers hesitated over her keyboard before typing back: [If I pretend I don't know he's sick, then suddenly start fussing over him, he'll smell a rat.] Everett was too sharp; such simple tricks wouldn't fool him.

about two hours; he should be awake by then. Mr. Lopez just fell asleep not long ago after pulling yet another all- nighter.

back.] [Don’t mention it. Just doing my bit.] After signing off with Kevin, Dorothy found herself inexplicably scrolling back to the top of the chat, clicking on Everett's photo, and studying it

fingertip gently traced his cheek on the screen, over

were clear, his features sharp, and his usually plump lips now pale, adding a sickly but striking

So outstanding that Dorothy often felt their years together

fallen into her lap? It felt stolen, making her anxious and

The staff there were stalling with all sorts of excuses, reluctant

persistence, she got a peek, but with strict conditions—no photocopies, no taking documents away, just

Dorothy had to let

won't hassle you any longer. I'm heading out.” Grabbing her bag, Dorothy hurried out of the Bureau and hailed a cab. As soon

rang a few times before he cut the

notification popped up