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.

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

in, Dorothy caught the eye of a lot of men. She didn't look like your

are drawn to challenges,

the pleasure of buying you a drink?” The first suitor approached swiftly,

engaging either. She just downed her drink and took out

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

third attempts by other men yielded the same

down, stubbornly dialing the same number over and over. If it didn't go through, she'd take another drink and

which attempt it was, a young man, probably a college student, approached, “Flying solo tonight,

me.” She said, Pen nundred-dollar bowls Hr ‘For i cal