She really wanted to swear off booze for life, but deep down, Dorothy knew that was a no-go. In her line of work, where deals were sealed with a toast rather than a handshake, going teetotal was career suicide.
Rubbing her eyes, Dorothy slowly came to the realization that she wasn't in Karen's apartment at all!
It took a few seconds of squinting through the dim light, filtered by heavy drapes, to realize that the room was oddly familiar, yet she couldn't recall ever staying there.
Sitting up in a daze, she suddenly sprang to her feet—only to find her legs jelly-soft and unable to support her.
Thud.
Dorothy hit the carpet with a graceless flop.
As an adult with, ahem, certain experiences, she was utterly aware of what had transpired the night before. The aching back, the sore legs, and that burning sting somewhere more intimate—if she didn't know any better, she'd be a fool.
Her face drained of color in an instant. The thought was too much to bear.
Thankfully, the sound of her collapse had quickly brought Everett striding into the room through the ajar door.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
Dorothy craned her neck to look at him, her face a tapestry of colors and her expression a mess of emotions.
She narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing him until she was sure it was indeed Everett standing there.
Oh...
So it was also Everett last night?
As she gawked at him like a goofy, Everett couldn't pretend he didn't feel a twinge of guilt. Clearing his throat, he bent down to scoop her off the carpet and set her back on the bed.
"You had a bit too much at the team gathering. I happened to be passing by and..."
"And you brought me back to Bay Residence?" Dorothy finished for him.
No wonder the place seemed familiar—it was Bay Residence.
Once the door clicked shut, Dorothy slapped her cheeks, convincing herself she wasn't dreaming.
She and Everett had slept again!
And it happened right after he returned to the country—they were immediately entangled.
What a mess.
Gritting her teeth, Dorothy gingerly got off the bed and shuffled to the bathroom.
The mirror reflected no hickeys on her neck, and lifting her shirt, she found no marks on her skin. Everett had been careful not to leave any evidence.
But the soreness of her body was a clear indicator of his less-than-gentle handling.
Splashing water on her face, Dorothy had a sneaking suspicion.
If she hadn't made a move on Everett, he wouldn't have touched her. The man was, if anything, more stubborn than she was.
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The readers' comments on the novel: The CEO's Hidden Love: Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires
Why didn't Jeffrey call Everett from the office? Lock his door instruct security to not let anyone in and speak to Everett on the phone? Or send him a text giving him a quick summary of what's up and that he's on his way over. That way when he runs into Heather on his way out he informs her Everett already knows....
The children's stories are si boring. This book is like torture. I've put in so much time I have to see this through but it's becoming more difficult....
Finish this already...
Why are you delaying the updates? You wait over a month just to give us 5 chapters?...
Again no updates in weeks, is this where the story ends?...
Can you please just post the whole book this is dragging out and no updates in weeks...
Felicity s hold grow up n relise that craving is playing n finish getting back together correctly with mile n get married and Abigail needs to grow up n stop being shelter by her parent n realize that the other women is lying n getting her to hpget a divorce with Craig, n Craig needs to be to pride to see what's really going on n stop being dumb...
This story is getting boring already. Just wrap it up 🙏...
Can you please convey this to the person who owns this website? Update “find me in your labyrinth” novel please...author is MIA since 12/4......
I don't agree with not letting him in. That just seems cruel and besides wasn't the whole point of getting pregnant again was for him to experience and travel the journey of pregnancy with her?...