FreeNovelDorothy flinched, ducking away from his imposing figure, “You know, Mr. Lopez, you've been throwing around ‘can’t’ and ‘don’t’ a lot lately!” Everything seemed to be off-limits now! He was setting rules at every turn and she didn’t remember him being this domineering before.
“It's because you've been flirting left and right,” he accused.
“I have not!” she retorted without missing a beat.
Everett raised an eyebrow. “Then what about Kenneth?” he asked.
Silence.
“And what about Lane?” More silence.
“While we're on the subject, I still need to settle the score with him.” Simply tearing down The Prosperity Consortium wasn’t nearly enough.
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Dorothy glanced at him, neither pleading for Lane nor intending to.
If you did the crime, you'd do the time! Lane put Abigail in danger, so how could Everett, her father, let it slide? “Have you decided when you're going back to pick up the kids?” Dorothy didn’t have a shred of sympathy for Lane, but Kenneth was a different story.
She hadn’t even broached the subject of taking the kids away with Kenneth, mainly because she had no idea how to bring it up.
It was just too cruel.
“How about next week?” Everett didn’t give her a chance to back out. The sooner he picked up the kids, the better for him. He was eager to see his kids.
No man could stand having his kids cared for by a rival.
“Your health...” “I'm fine.” If he didn’t get his children back soon, that would be the least of his worries.
Hearing his non-negotiable tone, Dorothy sighed in resignation, “Then why you still asked? | bet you've already had Kevin book the tickets.” “It’s just Kevin being efficient.” She knew it! Karen was exhausted.
She'd slept so soundly that her parents, along with Kenneth, had reported her missing at the police station.
When she opened her eyes, the unfamiliar ceiling and room left her bewildered for a moment before she abruptly turned to see the familiar man behind her.
“What are you doing here?!” Karen's voice startled Jeffrey from his deep slumber.
He was bare-chested and rubbing his sleepy eyes. The silk sheets were loosely draped around his waist, exposing his toned torso down to his. Fortunately, he was wearing pajama bottoms.
“What tis it?” Jeffrey yawned, rubbing his tousled hair, and sat up looking confused like a teenager who still wanted to stay in bed.
Reminded by his question, Karen quickly checked her phone.
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Nearly a hundred missed calls!
She scrambled for the covers and headed to the window to return the calls, weaving a tapestry of lies that almost depleted her mental reserves.
She'd never had to make up so many lies on the fly before.
No matter how her parents or Kenneth grilled her, Karen stuck to her story that Jeffrey was just a friend , that she had too much to drink last night, blacked out, and ended up sleeping at the hotel. She let out a sigh of relief after she managed to stave them off for now. And when she looked up, she caught Jeffrey giving her a look of reproach.
“If we're just friends, how many ‘just friends’ do you have?” he questioned.
Karen couldn't be bothered with him and stood up to freshen up.
Jeffrey, persistent as ever, grabbed her wrist, “You haven't made it clear. What are you up to now?”
“What haven't | made clear? Jeffrey, don't tell me you think that I've, agreed to be your girlfriend just because I didn't go on that blind date yesterday?” “You haven't?” “Of course not!” Karen glared at him. “You owefor the ripped clothes, and while you're at it, go pick up smedicine.”
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