The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

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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.

not well!] [Call him in about 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

it. Just doing my bit.] After signing off with Kevin, Dorothy found herself inexplicably scrolling back to

the screen, over his furrowed

taken, Everett's thick lashes were clear, his features sharp, and his usually

So outstanding that Dorothy often felt their years together were a

her lap? It

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

much persistence, she got a peek, but with strict conditions—no photocopies, no taking

Dorothy had to

her bag, Dorothy hurried out of the Bureau and hailed a

times before he cut the

a WhatsApp notification popped up on