Sleeping With The CEO-Chapter 292: No Regrets

The last time that Jane had come home to find Emily on the carpet. It had been because of Derek Haven. Now she had come home, and found her once again on the very same carpet. And guess whose fault it was?

Derek Haven...again. Throughout her life, Jane had tried her best not to actively dislike anyone but she had to hand it to him. Derek Haven was making it very difficult for Jane to stick to that belief. What was it about that young man that just set Emily off? Sure he came from a rich family and was well connected, but that gave him no right to toy with Emily’s heart.

He could have any girl out there that he wanted. Supermodels, celebrities, artists, fashion designers, you name them he could have them. So why on earth did he seem to take great joy in tormenting Jane’s daughter? Given that Emily had already been well past drunk by the time that Jane had come home from work. There was really no getting a straight answer from her.

So far what Jane had been able to piece together was that Emily had gone to Haven Group to handle some unfinished business. While there she had run into Derek and he had taunted her? Jane was not too sure on that part. But it sounded like he had been playing mind games. Trying to get under Emily’s skin.

From the looks of it, he had succeeded. Emily was not one to drink, let alone to drink so much that she ended up barely able to string words together. "Again, again..." Emily slurred.

Grabbing a bottle of wine and pulling her glass closer. "Here let me pour for myself first then I will pour for you," Jane told her and Emily complied easily letting go of the bottle.

After pouring what barely counted as a sip for Emily, Jane poured her own glass. "Mine is tiny," Emily complained. Her head pillowed on her hand. Jane turned to her, giving her a light smile. "That’s because I’m still pouring for myself,"

"I will pour more for you once you are done, all right?" Jane said, and Emily nodded, trusting. She pulled the glass closer to herself, and lowered her head, but she did not manage to bring it to her lips. She miscalculated, her head, hitting the table with a dull thud.

For a few moments she stayed there unmoving, and Jane actually worried that she had been badly hurt. Then her shoulders began to shake. Gently at first, and then in a matter of seconds Emily’s entire frame was trembling, as her sobbing overcame her. Reaching for the glass of wine. Jane pried it from Emily’s loose grip, and put it as far away from them as possible. Then she did the same with her own.

That done, she scooted closer and pulled Emilly towards her, her daughter’s head lolling until it settled against the crook of her neck.

Jane’s shirt got wet almost instantly, Emily’s tears soaking through.

But she did not care about that. Instead she focused on making soothing sounds. Gently undoing the braid that Emily had pulled her hair into.

Once Emily’s hair was free. Jane ran, her fingers through it. Gently massaging her daughter’s scalp as she did so. It was a trick that Jane had used to calm Emily from as early as when Emily had been a toddler. Barely making it up to Jane’s knee, and now even as a grown woman who was drunk out of her mind, it still worked.

Emily’s trembling slowly reduced until it stopped altogether,and her sobs died down. Leaving her quiet in Jane’s arms, leaning all of her weight into her mother, seeking comfort.

But even after the crying had stopped. Jane carried on with her soothing movements for a while longer. When she stopped playing with Emily’s hair.It was to bring her hand down to her daughter’s back, and pat her gently there.

"Are you alright?"She finally asked.

For a few seconds there was no reply, and she actually worried that Emily might have fallen asleep. But then there was a deep shuddering breath.

"He was fine. He was absolutely fine. How could he be all right after tearing my heart in two?" Emily asked, turning her head to the side and looking at Jane expectantly. Unable to offer an answer, Jane simply shrugged. It was hard enough figuring out what was going on in Emily’s head.

She had no hope of being able to tell why her daughter’s, former boss and former boyfriend, had strung her along. "You know what’s worse?" Emily said in a somber voice. Clearly she had passed all other stages of being giddy, and then crying too much with all of the alcohol. Now she was in her deep thinking stage.

"What?" Jane asked. Genuinely curious. As far as she was concerned, there was nothing that could top her little girl having her heart broken. But apparently, Emily had thought of something that could trump that. She wanted to know what it was.

"I think that I would give him a chance. If he were to approach me as a man, all pretenses aside, all titles, everything, just put away with him coming to me as Derek Haven and explaining everything in person. I would listen, and more than likely whatever would come out of his mouth, I would believe him,"

Emily said the words so simply, like she was just talking about the weather. And no sooner had she finished the last sentence, she closed her eyes and began to snore lightly. Leaving Jane, the only one awake in the room, thinking.

Emily was right.

The thought of her daughter getting back together with that spoiled rich brat, was worse than having an Emily who was crying her heart out over that man. If Emily took him back, then Derek would have ample time, and opportunity to keep breaking her heart repeatedly.

Jane wanted to believe that it was just the wine talking.

That Emily would not do that. But even so, she found herself being unbelievably glad that she had sent Derek away when he had come to the apartment. If Jane had not done that, then she would have been putting her Emily at risk of allowing a scumbag back into her life. She had done the right thing.

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