The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

In the dank basement where Heather was imprisoned, shadows clung to the walls like cobwebs. The air was heavy with the musty stench of dampness and decay.

She used to be confined in a house; at least there, she could bask in the sunlight, but for reasons unknown, she had been abruptly moved to this underground cell.

It was as if... they feared someone might find her.

Heather guessed Amanda was probably searching for her.

"I'm so cold... could I have another coat?" she asked, her fingers curling around the cold metal bars as she tried to negotiate with the guard outside her cell.

"Cold? You won't freeze to death!" the guard grunted dismissively.

coat, who's gonna know?" She had taken the measure of the two men guarding her. The one who had just left was tall and thin, introverted, always silent, with a perpetual scowl on his face - not the type to

shame if he had ever been with a woman! The rotund guard glanced at her, obviously annoyed. "If I give you my coat, what am I supposed to wear?" "Aren't men supposed to be all

say that. I just want to

and approached, feeling the back of her hand. Her skin wasn't

you've suddenly taken a fancy to me!" Heather chuckled lightly. "What could I possibly want from you? I just need a coat!" "I'm not gonna waste words. I do want to sleep with you; there's nothing else to do down here. But let's get two things straight: first, I have no phone, and second, I can't contact the outside world. Don't get any ideas about that. If it's really just a coat you want, then fine, I've got

Then strip,"

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