The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

"No way."

"Ha, look who's being bossy." Craig took a final drag of his cigarette, dropped it to the ground, and stamped it out. "You should be spending your time comforting your sister instead of wasting mine. I've got money to make."

Another big rig pulled up behind him.

A middle-aged man climbed down and called out, "Craig! You coming or what?"

"Yeah! You guys go ahead and start unloading. I'll be right there."

"Got it."

The man nodded and drove off.

Craig turned back to Miles, raising an eyebrow, "See? I'm just a truck driver. What kind of life do you think your sister would have with me?"

"She likes you."

food on the table?" He scoffed, clearly disdainful of the idea of love feeding anyone. "Mr. Lopez, do you really want your sister living a life on the road, scraping by on scraps?" Miles stared

interested." Craig cut him off. "I can handle any hardship, but I

that, he turned to climb

eyes, ran up and grabbed Craig's shirt. "Are you really

didn't turn around, not even to spare Aurora a

made it clear in my text." Craig clenched his jaw, his voice

from the ordeal, seemed to

rushed forward, yanking him down from the steps with surprising strength! His

it was also because the shirt had seen better days and wasn't as sturdy

problem? Abigail's trying to talk to you, and

while she stayed out of it,

stepped forward, pulling her aside, "Let them sort

can't just bully Abigail like that!" Felicity was fiercely protective, anyone she cared about was off-limits

expected Felicity to have so

torn shirt, he finally