The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

The night before her meeting with Amanda, Dorothy didn't resort to her usual glass of wine to coax herself into slumber. Instead, she allowed insomnia to be her bedfellow until the break of dawn. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, so many that it felt like her head might explode, so overwhelming that she had to pop an aspirin to dull the throbbing pain.

Finally, the appointed tarrived.

Dorothy lingered in front of her wardrobe for what felt like an eternity before settling on a crimson dress.

Her skin, already fair, seemed to glow against the red fabric, accentuating her hourglass figure without a hint of vulgarity. Instead, she exuded an air of untainted desire, her petite face delicate and unmarred by the toils of motherhood to her two children.

She arrived at the agreed-upon restaurant to find Amanda hadn't yet made an appearance.

Dorothy knew this was likely a power play. It was a deliberate tardiness meant to assert dominance and remind Dorothy of her place.

"I'll have a Blue Mountain coffee, thanks." Dorothy was unfazed. She was even sitting on her seat with a stoic expression.

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"That can wait. What I want to know is why you were so hell-bent on seeing my mother

I need a reason?" Amanda had done her homework; there were no cameras here, so she spoke freely. "The life of a commoner holds no value to me. Why

yourself!" A chill settled at the bottom of Dorothy's eyes as she nodded in agreement, "Yes, to people like you, our lives are indeed worthless." Everett's

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but I think it's best you know." "Go ahead." "Ms. Sanchez's decision

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