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.

two hours; he should be awake by then. Mr. Lopez just fell asleep not long ago after pulling yet another all- nighter. Nobody can handle that kind of grind!] Dorothy frowned, picturing Everett in

Just doing my bit.] After signing off with Kevin, Dorothy

over his furrowed brow, and lingered on

taken, Everett's thick lashes were clear, his features sharp, and his usually plump lips now pale, adding a sickly

Dorothy often

have fallen into her lap? It felt stolen, making her

wasn't going smoothly. The staff there were stalling with all sorts

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

the two-hour mark approached, Dorothy had

hurried out of the Bureau and hailed a cab. As soon as she settled in, she dialed

a few times before

WhatsApp notification popped up