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.

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

my bit.] After signing off with Kevin,

cheek on the screen, over his furrowed brow, and

shot Kevin had taken, Everett's thick lashes were clear, his features sharp, and his usually plump lips

that Dorothy often felt their years together were a

her lap? It felt stolen, making

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

but with strict conditions—no

approached, Dorothy had to let

hassle you any longer. I'm heading out.” Grabbing her bag, Dorothy hurried out of the Bureau and hailed a cab. As soon as she settled in, she dialed

before

WhatsApp notification popped