Dangerous Desire The CEO’s Hidden Woman

“Don’t you miss me?” Scarlett laughed on the other side. Her hair was wet, and she was wearing a champagne-colored nightgown. She looked as pretty as ever.

“Of course I miss you, but I can’t do anything about it, right? I can’t cry on daddy’s shoulder as Brittany did.” Francis said. He came to the balcony and lit up a cigarette and felt a little relaxed.

“Brittany cried?” Scarlett asked in surprise.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Yep, she cried for over an hour,” he said as he breathed out a plume of thick smoke.

Upon hearing that, Scarlett felt kind of guilty. Was she selfish? Was she a bad mother, a bad wife?

“Francis, do you resent me?” Scarlett asked as she Skyped with Francis.

“No, I support you!” Francis said. He hadn’t gotten into too much trouble before for imploring Scarlett to work less.

“Listen, I’m going to take a couple of days off once I get back from Portugal. We can spend time together as a family, alright? How does that sound?” Scarlett said.

Francis nodded. He was about to end the Skype call when there was a knock on Scarlett’s door. Scarlett rushed to open the door and threw her phone on the bed.

Francis heard a male voice in the background. He stubbed out the cigarette and narrowed his eyes. What was going on?

When she came back, she found that the call was still going on. “You didn’t hang up? Sorry, I rushed off like that….”

“Is there a foreign male in your diplomatic corps?”

Scarlett shook her head and said, “No. Do you mean Tony? He’s an official with the Portuguese consulate. Met him at a restaurant, that’s all.”

Francis stayed quiet for a moment and then said, “Call me when you get back here, I’ll ask my driver to pick you up from the airport.”

After that, he instantly hung up, and Scarlett started to feel pins and needles creeping up her shins.

It was raining heavily that day when Scarlett got back to Irving. After Scarlett said goodbye to her colleagues at the airport, she saw the car that had come to pick her up. When she opened the car door, she saw three pairs of bright eyes staring straight at her.

“Why are you all here?” she felt flattered when she saw the three kids sitting in the backseat.

“Mommy!” Brittany and Shannon said. They jumped on top of Scarlett.

“Francis?” Scarlett turned back to see the person who held her. Except for Francis, who else could it be?

Carlos came out from the other side. He came up to his mother and gave a kiss on her cheek, and said, “Mommy, welcome back home!”

Scarlett felt delighted and sad when she saw that her ten-year-old son had become like his father, steady and calm. Upon seeing that, she thought of the time she had left Francis in anger many years ago, and Francis had brought Carlos to school to see her. After so many years, Carlos was no longer the baby who cried for his mother.

Scarlett held her son’s head and gave a kiss on his forehead, and said, “My sweet son, thank you for taking care of your sisters while I was gone. You’re a big boy, aren’t you?”

With three kids sitting in the backseat, Scarlett sat on the passenger seat, and Francis was behind the wheel.

“The weather is bad today, you should’ve just stayed home! Why did you come to pick me up?” Scarlett said as she turned to look at Francis.

“Because we miss you very much. We miss you so much that we can’t sleep or eat.” Brittany poked her head and said energetically.

Scarlett touched her hair gently and said, “Really? Oh, I’m so sorry, my sweetheart! My sweet children. I love you.”

When they got home, those kids just kept talking around Scarlett and causing a ruckus. Scarlett opened her suitcase and squatted down, and said, “Who wants to give me a hand?”

The kids seemingly had no interest in helping Scarlett throw her clothes in the wash and organize them for her closet– so they walked away without a word. They didn’t want to do housework, after all, they wanted to spend time talking with Mommy.

Scarlett took out her underwear for washing, but when she looked up and saw Francis standing near her, she stopped. She stared at him coyly, her cheeks turning bright red.

Although they had been married for ten years, Scarlett still didn’t like to show her personal things, like dirty panties, in front of him. She was probably deeply affected by something Eve had said a long time ago. Scarlett wouldn’t ever brush her teeth while Francis was on the toilet because Eve had once said that if she didn’t have private space when they went to the bathroom, what was the meaning of the word “privacy” anyway? Scarlett agreed with that and had incorporated this philosophy very seriously into her marriage.

However, Francis was not glad to see her being so coy and uneasy, so he pulled her to stand up and asked, “Are you ashamed of letting me see your personal items? Why do you insist on keeping secrets from me?”

Though she was thirty-one years old, she still blushed. Francis grabbed her and held her in his arms.

“Well…” she didn’t know how to explain her behavior and the underpinning philosophy to Francis. What would Francis understand about a woman’s shyness? Scarlett knew he would never really comprehend what she meant, no matter how many times she tried to explain it to him.

But it turned out that Francis wasn’t actually bothered, and he didn’t really care about hearing Scarlett’s answer. He liked it when she acted all shy and innocent. He slipped his palm into Scarlett’s pants and squeezed her left butt cheek with a chuckle.

“Francis, what are you doing?” Scarlett moaned.

Francis pushed her onto the sofa and pinned her down.

“Level with me here, Scarlett, how many men did you get with while you were in Portugal?”

“Francis, don’t be ridiculous. I was there for work, I would never–”

Before she could finish her sentence, Francis kissed her hard. Within seconds, he picked her up and took her to the master bedroom. He was ready to show Scarlett just how much he had been missing her while she was gone. After a passionate night of lovemaking, they were both exhausted and quickly fell asleep.