The CEO's Hidden Love: Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires novel Chapter 995

In the heat of the moment, fueled by the encouragement of Karen's wild tales and the liberating effects of alcohol, she wanted to sample that forbidden fruit. She hadn't planned for any repercussions.

Her idea was to hit it and quit it. But, oh, Everett had no intention of letting her off that easily.

Dorothy thought he'd be surprised, at the very least show a hint of being caught off-guard! But no.

Everett simply nodded, "I had my suspicions. I hoped, though, that you were open to us."

It wasn't just a one-night stand for him. He thought Dorothy's silence was consent to a relationship, to being boyfriend and girlfriend, or maybe even more. To his surprise, she took off the next morning!

"Who in their right mind would think that?" Dorothy scoffed. "I was scared you'd fire me over this, and you think I was hoping for more?"

After they changed hotel rooms, Dorothy was paralyzed with regret and fear. She couldn't bear the thought of losing her job, not with her mom's medical bills piling up, not to mention her own survival.

"Come on, we go way back, to middle school even. Why would I fire you?"

"Middle school! I thought you'd forgotten about me."

High school memories, maybe, but middle school felt like a lifetime ago.

If Everett hadn't been so outstanding, Dorothy doubted she'd remember any of her middle school classmates. Back then, she was too busy cramming for tests to think about anything else.

In Everett's world, Dorothy figured she was just another face in the crowd, hardly memorable.

"I could forget anyone but you."

As she turned around, she found herself caught in Everett's gaze.

Dorothy's cheeks flamed, and she quickly changed the subject, "Aren't you tired? You should rest. I'll finish up here and then head to bed."

"Is there a problem with the project?"

"Afterward, I'll sleep even better."

Before she could protest further, her words were sealed by his kiss.

Despite their numerous encounters, Dorothy still struggled to adjust to his intensity and size, each time requiring a bit of effort before they could truly begin.

Caught in the throes of passion, Dorothy felt like a small boat adrift at sea, clinging only to his arms for stability.

"Dorothy, say my name." His voice was a deep, husky whisper.

She shook her head, unable to speak.

"Say it! Or do you want this to never end?"

Startled, Dorothy finally murmured softly, "Everett…"