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."

longer! If we're counting, you two are on

most was Calvin's smugness, his lips curved in a confident smirk as

start calling you Langston, huh? Let me put 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

that moment, and a sly grin spread

is pointless, really. It all comes down

flicker of unease in

triumph in his gesture. "Felicity will be

man, asserting dominance in this peculiar love

sitting across from him. It was her profound love for him that made

...

Calvin was casually tucking into his steak, the

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