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.

Give Mr. Lopez a 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 after pulling yet another all- nighter. Nobody can

Kevin, for having his back.] [Don’t mention it. Just doing my bit.] After signing off with Kevin, Dorothy found herself inexplicably scrolling back

cheek on the screen, over his furrowed

shot Kevin had taken, Everett's thick lashes were clear, his features sharp,

too outstanding. So outstanding that Dorothy often felt their years together were a

a blazing sun have fallen into her lap? It

The staff there were stalling

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

approached, Dorothy had to

hurried out of the Bureau and hailed

rang a few times before he

after, a WhatsApp notification popped up on Dorothy’s