Sleeping With The CEO-Chapter 310: Stranger?

When Derek had been asked to go and make sure that the other tenant was safe. He had thought on the fact that the old man did not know him at all. And yet was trusting him with such a task.

After all, he could have been a mass murderer on the run. But when he had been thinking that he had forgotten something else.

What if instead of thinking about himself as the dangerous one in that situation? He should have considered that there was danger waiting for him outside the motel. Derek should have been more worried for his own safety. After all, why should he, somebody who was a guest at the motel. Have to brave the darkness instead of the owner being the one to be out there?

But the thought came too late for Derek, because it came right after a body collided with his. At first he froze thinking that he was being attacked.

His body tensing up in preparation to fight back, while his mind was already coming up with exit plans, and also with possible things that he could use as weapons in case things really got bad.

Throwing dirt at people’s faces often worked as a good distraction.

He thought to himself, feeling the grip that the other person had him in tighten.

Shaking off the last of his shock, Derek was just about to bodily remove the person from him when they buried their face in the crook of his neck, and something in him stilled at the gesture.

...They felt familiar...

Shaking his head at the strange thought. Derek finally began processing everything that was going on. For starters, he realized that he was not being attacked. Instead, he was being hugged. And despite himself not having been too sure on what was going on. His arms had somehow come around the waist of the other person and he was holding them close.

Not them, but she, he realized, feeling the softness of her chest against his firmer one. Most likely, this was the person that he had been sent out to find.

Letting out a surprisingly shaky breath, Derek relaxed into the hug for a few brief seconds before logic took over.

He had not been held so tenderly in weeks, and he was ashamed to be getting comfort from an absolute stranger whose name he did not even know. He had not even seen her face.

’Get yourself together, Derek,’ His inner voice whispered, and he forced himself to let her go.

Or at least he tried to. The moment that Derek began to pull away. The woman in his arms whimpered, clinging tighter. He found himself unable to just leave her like that. So he let his hands settle back around her, and pulled her closer still.

It was probably just his imagination and longing playing tricks on him. But the shape of her was so very familiar. She even smelled familiar too, like warmth and spring.

Like his Emily.

He was being absolutely ridiculous. It really spoke volumes about how much he missed Emily, that he was willing to pretend as though a stranger in the dark held similar attributes to her.

How pathetic could he get? Apparently the answer to that was very pathetic because instead of letting her go after realizing that he was unconsciously comparing her to Emily. Derek let the hug go on. The two of them just holding each other close and not saying anything.

Perhaps the woman needed the hug as much as Derek did. Maybe she too was going through her own heartbreak and the two of them were offering each other comfort, instead of Derek being just someone who was taking and taking from her.

The lights came back on with the two of them still holding each other. Derek’s eyes squeezing shut before he slowly opened them again as they got used to the brightness.

"I’m sorry. " The woman said, her voice slightly muffled by Derek’s shirt, but even with that he tensed. He knew that voice. "Emily, " He breathed, and she too went as stiff as a board in his arms.

"Derek," She said.

Of course, of course, of course, he should have known.

There was no mixing up the shape of Emily’s body, even her familiar scent. He should have known with just those two that it was her. And he had, he just had not wanted to believe it.

Their identities confirmed, the two of them let go of each other as though burned. Derek for his part doing so because he knew that most likely Emily did not want his hands on her, and he guessed that from her side she probably did not want to be associated with someone whom she thought had cheated on her.

But even as they were no longer touching, the fact still remained. Emily stood before him. His Emily.

"Emily," He breathed again. Her name falling from his lips like a prayer. She looked up at him. . . stunned. Then just as quickly as that stunned look was there, it was gone.

All emotion completely erased from her face. "What are you doing here?" She asked. Her voice cold. Derek reared back a bit at the harshness in her tone, but he quickly gathered himself. This was it, his chance to fix things. He would not waste time beating around the bush.

"I did not cheat on you. I am not engaged," He said, instead of answering her question. But his statement did not have the desired effect.

"I asked you what you were doing here, and you replied by lying to my face about something that I have no interest in," Emily said, folding her arms over her chest, and huffing at him.

It was her angry hamster look, and Derek would have cooed and pinched her cheeks if the situation were not so serious. But even though she was obviously very angry at him. She had not walked away, so that meant she was at least willing to hear him out.

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