Dangerous Desire The CEO’s Hidden Woman

Francis took a long sigh and touched her head gently.

Scarlett stayed in his arms, playing with his buttons, and said, “Tell me what you want!”

Francis touched her belly and said affectionately and hopefully, “I want you to give me a lovely daughter… like you. Babe, I want to have a lovely daughter with you, and she’d better look like you. Together, we can spoil her… let her have the childhood you never got to have but deserved all along….”

“You are gonna make me cry!” She looked up at him with tears in her eyes.

“I always wish I could have met you sooner in life… maybe I could have stopped your suffering, made your life just a tad bit easier….”

Scarlett had her head down, her tears falling on the carpet.

Francis said nothing. Scarlett wiped her tears away and held him tight around the waist. She had made up her mind, “Okay, deal! Maybe I’ll win this time!”

When she agreed, there was a smile quietly appearing on Francis’s face. With his eyes on the closed door upstairs, Francis knew that Damon would get Eve back. Damon and Eve were just like Francis and Scarlett: they loved one another, and they would love each other forever no matter what happened.

While Scarlett was still in his arms, Francis patted her back to comfort her. How lucky he was to have such a good wife.

***

The scene at the dining table was awkward… to say the least. Scarlett wanted to ask Eve what had happened, but Eve was giving Scarlett a death glare. Eve was making Scarlett feel like it would be better just to stay quiet with her angry eyes.

After dinner, Damon took Eve to say goodbye to Francis and left before post-dinner espressos were served.

As Scarlett saw them off at the door, she watched the taillights of their car disappear. Then, she tightened her coat. Before Francis went back to his study to handle his business affairs, Scarlett stopped him and asked,

“Did they have sex in our guest room?”

“So clever you are!” Francis exclaimed.

The change in the atmosphere was palpable. Scarlett jumped onto Francis’s back with glee, and Francis carried her on his back all the way upstairs.

“You know what’s going to happen next, don’t you, my dear Scarlett?” Francis whispered as he hoisted Scarlett upstairs, his excitement and appetite for Scarlett growing with each second that went by.

Francis got laughed at and felt Scarlett was so naive that she fell into

“I’m not going to regret anything,” Scarlett answered firmly. She had wanted to take greater control of her sex life for a while now; she just hadn’t been able to figure out how. On their way to the study, the servants all avoided Scarlett and Francis and retreated into the shadows as quietly as possible.

“If you have to, you can put me down and go handle your business affairs….” Scarlett’s voice trailed off. She was teasing him.

Ignoring her, Francis pushed the door open and said, “No, right now is the perfect time for us to…”

Scarlett nibbled on his neck and said, “Oh yeah?”

Francis just smiled, his deep, sexy voice serenading her with its lilt.

“Since Damon could have what he wanted, as the owner of the house, I can’t lag behind, right?” Francis said.

With her legs around Francis’s waist, Scarlett began kissing Francis deeply. All at once, she suddenly remembered what Eve had told her earlier about the Freemason clan.

“So… the Freemason clan, huh?” Scarlett suddenly inquired. Francis, whose face had been buried in Scarlett’s chest right then, emerged from her bosom with a confused expression on his face.

“What? Who told you about that? Was it Eve? Did Eve tell you about that stuff?” He frowned.

“Yeah, she told me about how the Freemasons are super powerful. And you’re one of them, right? How powerful are you anyway? And what don’t I know about you?” Scarlett asked, her arms wreathed around Francis’s neck.

“Why don’t you just Google me and find out?”

Scarlett leaped away from Francis. She hadn’t seen Carlos all day, so she left Francis standing there, baffled, and headed for her son’s room.

Meanwhile, Eve was trembling in Damon’s car because he was driving like a fugitive.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Hey, where are you going? This is not the way back to my place!” Eve shrieked. She had no idea where Damon was trying to take her.

“You owe me money. I don’t care where you want to go. You have no right to decide where we go.” Damon said, his eyes were full of hatred and cruelty as he stared at Eve.

“I owe you money, but I’m a free woman. I’m not your slave. You can’t just take my rights away. You have no authority to do that.” Eve yelled.

“Well, all I know is that my own wife betrayed me along with others, and I’ve been kept in the dark and made to feel very guilty for a long time.” He said calmly.

Upon hearing that, Eve didn’t know how to contradict him, so she stayed silent. When Eve and Damon were husband and wife, they used to live in France, so she didn’t know the relationship between Francis and Damon and his business in America.

She assumed that the place Damon lived in would probably be luxurious and over the top, but she had never expected it to be the tallest building located in the most prosperous area in Irving City– Platinum Lofts, with private pools, sauna, and a 24-hour security patrol.

As they approached the 64th floor, the elevator finally came to a stop. Eve followed Damon until they entered a cavernous, empty house. She took a look around– there was no television, no computer, no electronics of any kind. There was nothing there but a meager set of black furniture.

“Can I go back to my place now?” Eve asked politely, afraid of angering Damon all over again. At least right now, he was playing nice.

Damon took off his coat and gave her a cold look, and said, “Do you think that’s possible?”