The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

Everyone knew those truths.

But Kenneth couldn't bear the thought that he might fade from her world.

After a prolonged silence, his voice was tender, “I'm sorry, Dorothy. I've been a burden for too long, right.” “You don’t have to put yourself down like that,” she replied. “I just hope that someone as good-hearted as you will get the happy ending you deserve.” “Yeah, I will. I'm going to spend some more time with Eleanor and then I'm going to propose,” Kenneth said, his gaze fixed on her, never allowing his tumult of emotions to spill into harsh words. He always honored all her wishes. “Would you come to the wedding?” he asked.

“I might. If I'm around, I'll be there.” He nodded, “Okay.” After he left the cemetery, Dorothy lingered a while longer, speaking softly to her mother’s gravestone, “I'll come back on the day of the verdict.” Descending the hill, Dorothy didn't hail a taxi back to her apartment. Instead, she headed straight to the supermarket. She needed a drink.

The court session wasn't until the next afternoon, so even if she got wasted tonight, it wouldn't mess with anything.

Without a drink, she'd face another sleepless night. It would be unbearable watching the clock tick towards dawn.

But after aimlessly wandering the supermarket aisles, Dorothy left empty-handed. She then grabbed a cab and made a beeline for the local bar.

she was going to drown her sorrows, she might as well do it surrounded by others looking to do

didn't look like your typical club-goer, but that didn’t matter. Her innocent yet

to challenges,

you a drink?” The first suitor approached swiftly, not-so-subtly flashing his exclusive credit

him away but not engaging either. She

not in service...” As the man realized she wasn't interested, he left with

attempts by other men yielded the

same number over and over. If it didn't go through, she'd

it was, a young man, probably a college student, approached, “Flying solo tonight, miss?” It was then she finally looked up, her voice tinged with inebriation,

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