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.

ring, and you'll hear in his voice that he's not well!] [Call him in about two hours; he should be awake by then. Mr. Lopez just fell asleep not long ago

Kevin, for having his 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 the screen, over his

the long shot Kevin had taken, Everett's thick lashes were clear, his features sharp, and his usually plump lips now pale, adding a sickly but

outstanding that Dorothy often felt their years together were a

have fallen into her lap? It felt stolen, making

the Bureau of Industry and Commerce wasn't going smoothly. The staff there were stalling with all sorts of excuses, reluctant

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

approached, Dorothy had

I won't hassle you any longer. I'm heading out.” Grabbing her bag, Dorothy hurried out of

a few times before he cut the call.

WhatsApp notification popped up on Dorothy’s