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.

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 that kind of grind!] Dorothy frowned, picturing Everett in work mode, driven as if his life depended

Kevin, Dorothy found herself inexplicably scrolling back to

over

from 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. So outstanding that Dorothy often felt their years

have fallen into her lap? It felt stolen, making

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 photocopies, no taking documents away, just a quick

approached, Dorothy

Dorothy hurried out of the Bureau and hailed

a few times before he cut

a WhatsApp notification popped up