The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

In the bustling ambiance of the diner, Miles and Calvin sat across from each other, the air charged with an unspoken tension.

This wasn't their first exchange, yet the formality of this meeting lent it a gravity they hadn't encountered in their casual run-ins before.

Miles, with his stern demeanor, contrasted sharply with Calvin, who seemed to be in high spirits from the moment he sat down. A pair of dimples danced on his cheeks as he moved with an ease that belied the seriousness of their rendezvous.

Before Miles could respond, Calvin chimed in again, a playful twist to his words. "If you're footing the bill, I might just go wild with my order. Just don't pull a fast one and dash when it's time to pay." He waved off his own comment with a chuckle, "But then again, I doubt you would. The Lopezes are swimming in dough, aren't they? A few bucks here and there won't make a dent."

"Is the food any good here?" Calvin broke the ice, his tone light.

Miles let out a heavy sigh, his patience wearing thin, no mood for jest. "What's it gonna take for you to back off from Felicity?"

Calvin paused, his amusement evident as he set down the menu to look at Miles. "Oh? What's your price for leaving Felicity alone?"

The tension in Miles's jaw was palpable, his gaze darkening. "She's my girlfriend."

for much longer! If we're counting, you two are on borrowed time,

lips curved in a confident smirk as if

it to you straight. Sure, my folks don't run anything as big as the Lopez Corporation, but we're not exactly pinching pennies. I'm an only child, what use do I have for more money? Ambition for wealth and power? Not my thing." Calvin paused, his voice softening, "All I want

phone pinged at that moment, and a sly grin spread across Calvin's face

pointless, really. It all

unease in his eyes.

his gesture. "Felicity will be here any

exactly how to unsettle another man,

sitting across from him. It was her profound love for him that made her willing to step aside,

...

his steak, the atmosphere more akin to a

on the other hand, was the picture of composure, his features set in a stoic mask, exuding an