The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

Chapter 817

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.

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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.

And no wonder she didn't remember staying here—it wasn't the master bedroom.

"Uh, yeah. I thought you'd want to see the kids," Everett said, avoiding eye contact.

Of course, Dorothy's embarrassment was no less than his. Seeing him skirt around the events of the previous night, she certainly wasn't about to bring it up.

"I do miss them. Where are Abigail and Langston?"

"They're in class, should be done in twenty minutes," Everett glanced at the time. "You want to freshen up first?"

Dorothy nodded, grateful the dim room hid her flushed cheeks.

"Then come down to the dining room for breakfast."

She nodded again.

Everett straightened up to leave, pausing at the door and jerking his head a little bit, "Be careful. Don't fall again."

"Okay."

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.