Sleeping With The CEO-Chapter 335: Remembering

When she and Derek had made plans to head into the police station first thing in the morning. Emily had not anticipated things going the way that they had at all. After all, people who had broken the law were taken to the police station. But instead, she and Derek had gone to the police station and broken the law. She was pretty sure that they were not supposed to have the pictures that Detective Pierce had given them. But Emily was glad that they did.

From the moment that they had stepped out of the police station and into the car, Emily had wanted to rip the envelope open and spill the contents. An urge that did not go away even in the car, or at her apartment. But she had managed to hold on until they had finally made it to the penthouse. And now they were back at the penthouse.

They had moved furniture around in Derek’s study. Creating a mini war room. Even having a giant board, leaned against the wall so that they could use it to connect events more easily.

All that was left was to open the envelope, and take out the contents. The very thing that Emily had been wanting to do all along. But now that the time had come for her to do so. She was stalling, no longer feeling so sure of herself.

"It’s now or never," Derek said, and Emily nodded. Handing the envelope over to him and watching as he took a deep breath, and then opened it.

The first picture on top of the file felt like a punch to the gut. It was a photo of something that had clearly used to be an expensive car. Except the front was gone. The engine pushed into the driver, and the front passenger side seats. It was clear even from just looking at the photo that the people who had been sitting up front had not made it out.

Emily had seen car wrecks before, but she had never been as affected as she was in that moment. Things really were different when it was a family member who was involved.

There were more photos to look at, more evidence to see. But the two of them could not seem to look past the first one. Running her fingers gently over it, Emily looked up at Derek.

"Do you think that they suffered?" She asked.

To his credit, he did not lie to her and try to come up with some story to make her feel better. He simply shook his head, his eyes never leaving the picture. "I hope not," He said. And Emily nodded, that was her wish too.

After staring at it for a while longer.They finally managed to find the strength to move on to the other pictures. And this time their progress was faster since they had gotten over the initial shock of seeing the wreckage that their parents had died in.

They looked at the photos of the different angles of the car. The pictures of all of the contents that had been found there, and they also read the notes. Learning for the first time that the two of them had been found tied together with layers of thread, and that there had also been a scratch on the side of the car. One that had red paint from another vehicle.

But one particular piece of new information had Emily pausing.

"Why were they on this particular road? Almost no one ever uses this to get out of the city. There’s nothing that side, but nature and abandoned buildings," Emily said.

Derek took the note that she was reading and stared at it. His finger tapping against his mouth as he thought, and then he straightened, his eyes widening.

"Wait, I think I know why we were there,"

"I cannot believe I forgot this," He actually sounded shaken and Emily had to lead him to the lone couch in the study. Sitting next to him once he was settled.

"What do you remember?" She asked.

" I think that I recall what led to us being there. My father and my uncle bought an abandoned warehouse that side. A place for them to get away from it all,"

"My uncle used his portion to store his toys, you know, rare aircrafts, cars, things like that and also as a place to lay low whenever one of his flings got too serious," Emily could not help but scoff. That definitely sounded like Sebastian.

"But my dad did not use his for that..." Lost in memory, Derek stopped talking for a short while, smiling at nothing. Then he turned back to Emily.

"You know how my mom likes being in control of things, right? How she does not like not knowing something," Emily had to laugh at that. Describing Cassandra Haven in that manner was putting it lightly. The woman absolutely lived and breathed control. At her look of understanding Derek nodded.

"Well, my dad had found a way around that. His secret warehouse, was where he hid things from her. Not bad things mind you,"

"Just things like the old school video game he was supposed to have stopped playing because he got addicted.The faded shirt that he’d had since varsity. That was more holes than cloth. Things like that. But it was also where he kept all of the gifts that he had for my mom so that she would not go snooping around the manor and find them,"

Pausing Derek ran a hand over his face.

And then he continued.

"The week before my father died, I accidentally ruined Mother’s wedding dress," freewёbnoνel.com

"How?" Emily asked. And Derek could not help an embarrassed blush.

"I was trying to make a rope out of the curtains and sheets.

And when I ran out of fabric, I figured her dress would be a good addition. It was not. Instead I ended up tearing the sleeve,"

"I had never been so scared in my life. I thought for sure mother would disown me. I spent hours hiding in the gardens, and by the time I was found. I was cold and I was starving, and mother was too happy to see me, to be angry at what I’d done,"

"In fact, she made light of it, saying that she’d never liked the dress anyway. An obvious lie,"

"And father had seen right through it, when she had ordered that the dress be thrown away. He had instead taken it to the warehouse. I think that that was why your father was there. He would have wanted someone to fix the dress without my mother knowing,"

"And if he had gone to the usual people that we used, then she would have known in a heartbeat. For him to have chosen your dad to fix it, then that means your father must have been a very skilled tailor," Derek said.

" And yours must have really loved your mother," She told him and the two of them lapsed into silence.

’I think that we should go there," Derek finally piped up.

"Maybe something at the warehouse will jog our memories,"

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