The CEO's Hidden Love: Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires novel Chapter 833

Dorothy tilted her head back to look at Everett, a mix of curiosity and challenge in her eyes.

"Do you... want to tell me?"

Everett's lips curled into a half-smile, but he didn't say a word. Instead, he took her hand in his and, with a deft flick of his wrist, unbuttoned his shirt to reveal a string of tattooed numbers across his chest. Then, he placed her palm over the inked skin.

Dorothy was confused.

"Get the message?"

Dorothy's eyes widened in disbelief. "You actually went and!"

"Good thing you didn't get my letter back then or agree to anything. Otherwise... I doubt I would've made it past twenty without losing my cool."

"Everett, we were just kids back then, and you were already thinking about that sort of thing?"

"It's normal for guys, Dorothy. What's the big deal?"

Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. "I don't need a biology lesson, thanks."

"Alright, how about we explore a different subject then?"

"Like what?"

Little did Dorothy know that those two words would be the last ones she uttered that day.

Everett was, of course, keen to provide a practical demonstration of some, let's say, advanced positions!

At three in the morning, the bed finally stilled.

Everett got up to shower. When he returned, toweling off, he intended to clean up Dorothy as well, who by this time usually would be sound asleep. But today, he found her eyes glistening in the dark.

"Not tired?"

"Exhausted."

"Then close your eyes and rest. I'll take care of you."

Dorothy quickly reached out. "Hand me the towel. I can do it."

"You're better off pretending to be asleep right now," he suggested.

"Why's that?"

"Because I've still got energy to burn."

He was just worried she wouldn't be able to roll out of bed the next day!

Hearing this, Dorothy promptly shut her eyes. "Fine, then I'm asleep."

Everett chuckled helplessly and began to gently wipe her down.

He relished the pain. It made him feel that the person in his arms was real, not a figment of his dreams.

"Bite harder!" he encouraged.

"Are you crazy? Doesn't it hurt?"

"It's better when it hurts," Everett smirked. "Pain reminds me I'm alive."

Dorothy pursed her lips, said nothing more, and didn't bite again. But her grip around him tightened.

...

When Dorothy woke up the next day, it was nearly nine o'clock.

Her first thought was that Karen must have blown up their WhatsApp group with messages!

But when she checked her phone, it was eerily quiet. Not a single message.

Sitting up, Dorothy didn't see Everett but heard the sound of typing from the living room. He was probably avoiding conversation to not wake her, opting to work silently instead.

She was about to shuffle over in her slippers to find him when Everett's phone started to ring.

Then, his voice, low and subdued, carried faintly.

"As long as she's not dead and can still talk, that's fine. Everything else is up to you guys."