The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

But let's face it, it wasn't much of a surprise. Karen had a hunch before - the moment the beans were spilled about Dorothy's issues with Everett's mom, Kenneth was bound to see it as his golden ticket.

“Karen, what do you reckon I should do?” Dorothy was at her wit's end with Kenneth.

She had said her piece and turned him down flat more than once. She couldn't just burn bridges and leave him with zilch dignity.

After all, his support over the years wasn’t something you could just sum up with ‘good job". To put it bluntly, Kenneth’s favors were the kind Dorothy would owe her life for.

“I haven't got a clue,” Karen shrugged, “and you don’t need one! Let him do his thing. As long as he doesn’t do anything to hurt you, it's all good.” “His folks must hate my guts.” “Don’t sweat it. I've got your back. They're not pinning this on you! Kenneth’s the one who's been doggedly persistent. It's not like you led him on or anything.” If Dorothy took the fall for this, she'd be so wronged.

But Dorothy didn’t reply.

Everett might lay hands on him.” Karen might have once watched from the sidelines, hoping that if Kenneth could win over her bestie, it'd

do if he really meant to go after Kenneth. Kenneth could end up six feet under without

and bled Kenneth dry by now, and you know it!” Everett wasn't that frightening, but Karen made

these kinds of meetings the most - they were long and stank of hot air! The shareholders spewed nonsense without ever hitting the nail on the head. Those flip-floppers were swayed by whoever dangled

not booting out the old coots on

couldn't get out fast enough. He didn’t linger for

in his office,

Karen

pulled out his phone and hit the elevator button,