Dangerous Desire The CEO’s Hidden Woman

“You always treated me like that when we were married!” She said angrily.

“Did I? I’ve always been very nice to you!” He said calmly as he pushed up his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

Eve was held tightly in his arms and couldn’t move, so she stopped struggling. After all, she was too tired and really didn’t want to fight against him.

“I don’t want to remarry you!” She said.

“I didn’t ask you for that to begin with, did I? So you’d better not flatter yourself!” He said.

Damon had slipped his hand into her clothes and gave her a gentle squeeze on her waist, and asked, “Tell me, how many men have ever held you in their arms like this?”

“We are divorced, and I’m single. So it’s none of your business!” She said.

Damon squeezed harder, which made Eve scream out in pain.

“Tell me, how many? I want to know!” He whispered in her ear, his hot breath on her neck.

“None! None! Okay? Are you happy now?” She yelled out angrily.

Damon was shocked. His hands came loose, and Eve saw her opportunity to run away. She stood up, lifted up her clothes, and inspected her waist for wounds. There was a red splotch on her side. “Are you crazy? It hurt so fucking bad, Damon.”

Damon was still stunned and then looked up in doubt, “None? Why not?”

He couldn’t believe it, because he had sent someone to follow her after they had gotten divorced. And he was told by his private investigator that she was always at nightclubs, going home with different men each night. But they never had pictures, so maybe Eve was actually telling him the truth…

Eve gave him a stare and said, “Look, Damon, what I do with my body is my own damn problem. It doesn’t concern you.”

“You still love me, don’t you? That’s why you have no feelings for other men, right?” He suddenly laughed.

Eve was very embarrassed and didn’t want to answer his question, so she just threw a pillow toward him. Damon caught it easily and chucked it right back at her. At that moment, he was filled with inexplicable joy.

All this fighting had actually made Eve hungry. She took out her phone and started ordering takeout from the upscale Chinese restaurant at the hotel down the corner– Peking Kitchen– which was known for its amazing sweet and sour pork, expansive dim sum spread, and selection of imported white and sparkling wines. With Damon chiming in to order some food, too, they went through practically the entire menu. It was obvious that each dish had come from a five-star hotel– the flavors were perfect.

As she ate happily, Damon suddenly said, “Don’t eat too much at night! It’s not good for your health. Besides, aren’t you afraid of gaining weight?”

Eve didn’t listen to him. Instead, she took a large pork bun for herself.

Damon just smiled at her. Eve was a lovely girl, even after everything that had happened between them. However, a while later, Eve started feeling pain in her abdomen, so she started to groan in pain.

“You deserve it! I told you not to eat too much!” He said angrily as he got her up with the pills in his hand.

She had no time to contradict him but took the pills with tears in her eyes.

“Why do you have that?” she asked.

“I just sent someone to buy it!” he said.

“What did you tell others? Did you tell them I ate too much?” She said as she grabbed her sleeves.

“Of course! What else could I say?” He frowned.

Eve rolled over to stay away from his hand and looked at him, “I want to sleep, now you can get out!”

“It’s my place. Where do you want me to go?”

He was right, and it was his place, so Eve just gave in and decided to go to the guest room. However, she took a look around and found that none of the guestrooms had beds in them. “Why aren’t there any beds in the guestrooms?”

“It’s unnecessary!” he said as he had his hands under his head.

As Eve was about to go to sleep on the sofa, Damon just threatened, “Take one more step, and you will regret it. Come over and sleep here with me!”

Eve went over quietly and lay down next to him in bed.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

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It was tough for Scarlett to manage to get up early during the winter. And today was Monday of all days, too. Because her professor was meeting with all students that day, Scarlett had no choice but to get up and get going. She knew she was going to be late, but she just rolled around in bed and moaned at the prospect of facing the day.

Standing next to the bed all suited up bright and early, Francis looked at Scarlett, squirming about. Instead of letting her go on sleeping, he decided he was ready to teach her a little bit of a lesson.

“Scarlett, wake up! You are gonna be late! When you are young, you should experience some hardships, because, in that way, you won’t feel regret that you never fought for what you want. Sleeping in so late is hardly appropriate for a student like you! Come on now, get up!” He urged.

Not wanting to get up, she just used the quilt to cover her head. She could be in her own world that way– away from the noise.

“If you get up now, I can drive you to school. Otherwise, the chauffeur will have to take you there!” He said.

“Just let the driver take me to school!” She buzzed under the quilt.

When he heard that, Francis pulled her quilt away and pulled her up with his hands, and then he carried her on his shoulders to the bathroom and put her down in front of the mirror, rudely throwing a cold towel in her face.

Now, because of Francis’s harsh order, she was completely awake.