Dorothy only realized something was off as she settled into the car, headed towards Bay Residence.
How on earth did Everett know about her twisted ankle?
Everett was focused on the road; he addressed her unspoken question before she could voice it.
"The car you saw this morning, it was mine."
"Oh…" Dorothy found herself at a loss for words.
Pursuing this topic would unavoidably lead to explaining why she hadn't invited Everett to pay respects to her mother.
He didn't press further, though. Despite both sitting in the front, an invisible wall seemed to have erected between them. Neither had the courage to tear it down.
Back at home, Everett headed straight for the master bathroom to shower.
Dorothy knew that even he himself couldn't stand that smell of smoke!
She checked on the kids upstairs; the hired chef had already prepared their dinner, and they were now scattered, each absorbed in their own activities.
Upon returning to the bedroom, she noticed Everett hadn't turned on the lights.
As she reached for the switch, her hand was suddenly enveloped, and in a swift motion, she was lifted into the air and pressed onto the bed.
"Everett…"
"Don't talk just yet."
His voice was as husky as ever, his Adam's apple bobbing as he spoke. The smoky scent was gone, replaced by his own unique fragrance.
Dorothy instinctively reached for his clothes, only to find he wasn't wearing any, her fingers grazing his cool skin fresh from the shower.
Everett was eager, almost like a teenager experiencing his first taste of passion.
Before she could adjust, he began to move with a fervor that left her wincing in pain, but she bit her lip, neither pushing him away nor protesting.
He devoured her with a desperate intensity, sealing her lips with his, again and again…
She felt like a small boat adrift on the sea, pushed by relentless waves, unsure of where to anchor or when the tumult would end.
All she could do was relax as best she could, meeting his ferocity to spare herself greater discomfort.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: The CEO's Hidden Love: Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires
Sometimes Karen can be such a drama queen and immature....
For some reason I am now feeling suspicious about Kevin's new girlfriend....
I really hope this Perdita person is not a new villain....
I too echoed the sentiments of pppplllleeeaaaassssseeeeee bring this drama to an end. I beg of you!...
Really please finish this book and upload the full story so it can end. It's been drugout for so long!...
The intimate scenes in this story or uncomfortable to read. They either come off as being forced, painful, or simply not enjoyable....
Okay I left a long while ago and came back. Looks like it's been updated but still not done lol. I'll maybe wait 6 months before coming back and it'll probably still be going on. It's like a soap opera instead of a novel...
Kenneth is confirming something I've been thinking about him for several hundred chapters ago and that is he is a future murder suicide perpetrator. And after reading chapter 1275 yeah it's just brought the thought back....
How could Jeffrey throw the knife down at the scene of the crime with both their fingerprints on there?...
Again no update, so is this where it ends? Or post the whole book. Your dragging this out...