The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

"Why do you have to ask?"

Right now, Everett was in a bind. He couldn't admit the truth, but denying it felt just as impossible. So, he tried to dodge the question.

But didn't his very avoidance seem like an admission of guilt?

"You...you really make me sick."

Dorothy yanked her hand away, ready to storm off.

Almost reflexively, Everett reached out and grabbed her wrist, holding on tightly.

Despite the bandages around his hand quickly staining with blood from his grip, he refused to let go.

"What are you doing now?"

Dorothy's voice turned icy.

She felt genuinely nauseated, repulsed.

"There was nothing between her and me."

Everett's explanation was dry and blunt.

But he had to say it.

He was genuinely afraid that Dorothy, in a moment of impulsion, would leave the hospital and go straight to Kenneth Nelson, or some other man. Or perhaps she'd end up in a bar, drowning herself in liquor, and then leaving with some random guy.

That thought was enough to drive him mad.

Mad beyond anything Dorothy's current state could provoke.

"...Nothing as in what? No kissing? No sleeping together?"

"None of it."

last time the two of you were in the office,

had brought her into his office before. She knew

you the truth, but

your dream, you said you had to save her, that you wouldn't let her die. Who

to answer

you think it

"Neither."

his episode, what had been said, or what he could possibly

"Then who?"

"My mom."

Dorothy frowned, "Really?"

"Really." Everett nodded.

demeanor soften, he silently breathed a sigh

became awkward,

only cough lightly, his voice hoarse

get you some

up to pour him

she helped Everett sit

say

anything specific, just mentioned it might be

realized Amanda's

no

deep scar

t the breakup. Contexere?

he was struggling to

figures they couldn't find

belongs

inadvertently

"What do you mean?"

I'm just not impressed with

himself with his