The CEO's Hidden Love: Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires novel Chapter 818

So there was the question: what on earth did I get up to last night? What did I say and what did I do? She mused.

For a fleeting moment, Dorothy truly wished there had been a camera in the guest room, just so she could replay the events.

But then again, maybe not.

Just the thought of last night's wild romp sent her cheeks aflame. And that hotness was soaring right up to her hairline!

Dorothy lingered in the bathroom for ages, and Everett was about to go check on her when she finally emerged, all bashful and hesitant.

Shuffling in the slippers Everett had brought in for her, she tiptoed to the dining room. She had figured Everett would play it cool, pretend like last night never happened, which would make it easy for her to gloss over the whole thing.

But no sooner had Dorothy sat down than Everett pushed a glass of milk toward her and his lips parted slightly, "About last night—"

"I was plastered and totally out of it. Can't remember a thing, really!" Dorothy blurted out, interrupting him so abruptly it was almost suspicious.

Once said, the words couldn't be taken back.

Everett's brow knitted slightly, his hand pausing mid-air. "You were drunk, but I wasn't."

What's his deal? Weren't we on the same page about pretending nothing happened? She was shouting inwardly.

"Dorothy, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that without your consent..."

"There's no need for sorry! I'm sure it was me who wouldn't let you leave." Since he insisted on talking about it, Dorothy could just brace herself, "I'm not upset with you, so can we just drop it, please?"

Everett had more to say, but seeing the pleading look in her eyes, he swallowed his words.

"Alright, eat up. I’ll go check on the kids."

He left the dining room, and only then did Dorothy allow herself to breathe.

She had been so tense and was on the edge of collapsing. If Everett had persisted any longer, she might have bolted for the door!

"Enough, enough. That's it, Mommy!"

Langston finally wriggled free and darted off to find his computer.

On the couch, Everett ended his call and looked up at Dorothy.

"Jeffrey's booked our tickets to Everglow City."

Ah, that must've been Jeffrey on the phone. That dawned on Dorothy.

"Yeah, he mentioned something about a vacation."

"You agreed?" Everett was clearly skeptical of Jeffrey's claim that Dorothy had consented.

She paused, then nodded, "Sort of."