GoodReadShe couldn't deny it—Everett was trapped in this relationship deeper than she was.
So if Everett, the CEO of Lopez Corporation, with all his fearlessness and clout, still couldn't turn the tide, what could an ordinary person like her possibly change? Dorothy returned to the hospital room and, as she pushed the door open, she was stunned to see Everett standing by the window! He was still tall and upright, with a posture that screamed pride and privilege. There he was, lost in thought quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
Hearing her enter, he tilted his head slightly.
The once sharp edges of Everett's face were softened by illness and implemented by a languid grace, which all made him appear almost boyish.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"You're back." "Why are you out of bed without permission? Dr. Quincy said you could try walking tomorrow, not today!" Dorothy was frantic with worry, fearing for his health, especially since Everett was known for being stubborn.
"One day won't make a difference." Everett was tired of being confined to the bed. His skin was itching for movement.
Dorothy hurried over and locked eyes with him. "Get back into bed, now." "Just a little longer." Everett's lips curled into a smile at her concern, then he said softly, "Give me your hand.” "What?" Although unsure of his intentions, Dorothy extended her hand.
Everett grasped her wrist and lifted his shirt, pressing her palm against his firm abs.
"I'm going to lose these if | don't get up and move." he joked.
“You loved touching here when we were on bed. | have to keep them.” Flustered, Dorothy's cheeks turned red, and she glared at him. "Let go, | don't love touching them!" "But you did, many times last night!" "That's because | was sitting on top of you, and I... | needed something to balance myself!" Her hasty retort came without thought, and she didn't realize its implications until it was too late. Everett's arms caged her between the wall and his body, leaving her no room to move.
"You..." "Dorothy, | want you again." She didn't need him to say it because she could feel the heat pressing against her.
"Are you insane? It's broad daylight!" Dr. Quincy could walk in at any moment! "Close the curtains." "This isn't about the curtains." Dorothy sputtered.
Seeing her attempt to wriggle free, Everett's grip tightened unintentionally and revealed the defined lines of his knuckles.
His eyes, usually cool and composed, now burned with unbridled desire.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Just once, I'll be quick." "I don't believe you!" He always took his time and left her breathless and drenched as if she'd been fished out of water by the end of it! Everett smirked, his voice a husky whisper in her ear. He noticed a tiny, faint mole on Dorothy's ear, so light it was nearly invisible unless observing close—adorable enough that he wanted to taste it.
And he did just that.
Dorothy was startled and instinctively recoiled, but she was still immobilized by him. Then, his lips claimed hers fiercely.
The kiss was an invasion, a relentless and voracious plundering that left no room for protest.
Dorothy's hands were free but dared not move, because unfortunately, she had to be mindful of Everett's wound on his chest.
“Mmph!" Her protests were also swallowed whole.
Only when she was nearly breathless did Everett reluctantly let her go, his voice dark with longing, "I'l be quick. Just once, okay?"
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