The CEO's Hidden Love: Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

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Everett was a mess—a walking disaster area, so filthy that it seemed even he couldn't stand his own reflection.

"Everett, when have | ever complained about that?" Dorothy tried to grab his hand with a stubborn determination, but he jerked away, only for her to reach for him again.

Suddenly, Everett's towering figure pinned her against the wall, his grip on her hand unyielding. His long legs aggressively wedged themselves between hers, trapping her in place.

"Everett." Before Dorothy could protest, his lips crashed down on hers.

It was wild and frantic.

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As if this kiss was their last, he devoured her mouth, claiming it, unwilling to let go.

"Umm. Umm!" Dorothy felt the air being sucked from her lungs, her body going numb with confusion.

She tasted it—the metallic tang of blood from Everett's mouth, the same scent that clung to his clothes.

Was Everett hurt? Dorothy wasn't struggling to escape him but rather to check where he was injured.

But her strength was no match for his, and she was left helpless under his fervent kiss.

Finally, feeling as though she was about to pass out, she bit his lip in a desperate attempt to make him stop.

Everett froze as if his senses had snapped back into place, and then he released her, striding away quickly.

Dorothy took a long moment to compose herself before she chased after him.

Back in the hospital room, Everett headed straight for the bathroom.

He didn't bother to remove his coat; instead, he stood under the shower fully clothed, letting the icy water soak through the fabric, a sobering chill against his skin.

Everett knew what he should be doing—investigating, confirming whether Heather's words were true or false.

That woman, always spewing lies, he thought. But this time, for some reason, he believed her.

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"Everett, come out of there." Dorothy banged on the bathroom door, "Are you trying to freeze to death? Who takes a cold shower in your state?" She had assumed Everett was just in a rush to cleanse himself, given his notorious obsession with cleanliness. But seeing no steam on the door, Dorothy realized he hadn't turned on any hot water.

"You're still injured, for heaven's sake! Are you out of your mind? Everett, get out!" Grinding her teeth, she pounded harder on the door. When there was still no response, she spun around to grab a chair from the room.

The bathroom door was glass, not solid wood—it should shatter easily.

Before she could swing, she yelled inside, "Everett, move away from the door! If you're not opening it, I'm breaking it down!" At that, Everett's voice finally pierced through the cold air, trembling and hoarse.

"Leave me alone for a bit." "Then tell me what happened first. Once you tell me, I'll leave.” "Dorothy, just ten minutes, okay? Let me be alone for a while." Dorothy pursed her lips and slowly set the chair down, "Fine, ten minutes. One second more, and I'm smashing the door." She left the hospital room and headed straight for Quincy's office.

"I need some cold medicine, fever reducers, and something for bruises and bleeding.” Quincy was taken aback, "Who's sick and injured? Mr. Lopez?" "Maybe." Dorothy wasn't sure.

Quincy stood up immediately, "Then I'll come with you." "No need, he won't let you in. Just give them to me, I'll handle it."

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