The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

As Dorothy made a beeline for the hospital room, Quincy, with the quick reflexes of someone who's grown up playing lacrosse at prep schools, intercepted her. "Unbelievable, you! Mr. Lopez is ill, for heaven's sake!"

"I couldn't care less if he's sick or not. If he pays up, I'm out of here. No money, no peace."

Quincy, coming from an affluent background, wasn't accustomed to such confrontations. A verbal spar with a rampaging Dorothy, channeling her inner Karen, was not something he was prepared for. Dorothy was clearly well-prepared, having been coached by Karen in a crash course of assertiveness.

"If it's the money you're after, fine! But let's talk this through like adults. Mr. Lopez didn't say he wouldn't pay you."

Quincy had to exert some force to pull her away from the door before he could shut it.

Dorothy had intended to showcase her acting skills to Everett, but the remnants of her illness and resulting weakness meant she couldn't match Quincy's strength and was dragged away... "So now you're the one calling the shots for Everett?"

Resigned to her fate, Dorothy decided to perform her drama right there at the doorway.

at the closed door, relieved, then regained some composure. "Yes, Mr. Lopez and I are about to get married.

You think you have a

Sanchez, let's not get into that. Just tell me what you want, how

her eyes, leaning against the wall to conserve her

want to negotiate? I thought you had the authority to agree on his behalf. Quincy, it seems even with your marriage to Everett, your standing in the Lopez family isn't all

by her ranting, subconsciously

Lopez broke up that our families agreed

ovorce,

want the money, show

me a

"I am not

'I'm not a homewrecker; it's all for love!' Yet, when it comes to taking someone's partner, decency goes out the window."