Sleeping With The CEO-Chapter 337: Work Of Art

Derek’s father and Sebastian Haven had been twins. Which meant that they had looked so alike that they would have been confused for one another at a glance. But as she looked over at what was Sebastian’s side of the warehouse, Emily realised something.

For those who really knew the Haven twins. There would have been no mistaking one for the other. Just by looking at their tastes when it came to what they had done with their man-caves, Jasper Haven and Sebastian Haven were night and day.

From the stories that Emily had heard from Derek. Jasper had been a man who had loved his wife, and his son more than anything in the world. That much was apparent because even decades after his death. The wedding dress that he had rescued for the sake of his wife was still in great shape. Protected from destruction by a glass cage, and held up by a mannequin.

A clear sign that Jasper Haven had put great thought into protecting the fabric. But where Jasper had gone to such great lengths to protect something because it was important to his wife.

Sebastian Haven was the exact opposite. Everything in Sebastian’s man cave just screamed me, me, me...It fit perfectly with what Emily knew of Sebastian Haven’s character.

There were giant posters of scantily glad women adorning the walls and there were cars, so many cars. In addition to the cars Emily even saw. Some aircrafts, some of them looking functional while others seemed to be just for decoration. Every single machine in there was gleaming, and it was clear that Sebastian Haven still made an appearance from time to time.

While in Jasper Haven’s absence, his man cave had slowly been eating itself away, falling apart in places. But it was clear that Sebastian still took care of his side. Emily had no idea what to read from that.

Was the man heartbroken over the loss of his twin, to the point that he could not even find it in himself to enter what had been his brother’s personal space, just to clear it up. Or was it because he did not care? Deciding not to dwell too much on such a loaded topic, Emily instead focused on taking in everything in the warehouse.

Walking around Sebastian’s man cave, Emily could not help but scoff at how predictable it was. The man was seriously a walking stereotype. He played the role of the rich playboy to the core, never mind that he was now an old man.

Sebastian Haven was clearly one of those people who would always remain young at heart. The amount of muscle cars, and all of the half-naked women in the pictures that he had put up were proof of that.

Casting her eyes around, Emily could not help the laugh that escaped her when she caught sight of a car that nicely summed up every single thing about Sebastian Haven.

She called to Derek who was staring at a sculpture of what seemed to be a foursome. He turned his head towards where she was pointing and then he let out a laugh.

"You have got to be kidding me," He said as he walked forward and Emily shook her head.

"Unfortunately, I kid you not, your uncle really thought that this was a good idea,"

The car...was a car, that much was clear. But it was a car shaped to look like a woman’s breasts, and whoever the front had been modelled to look like, she must have been a very gifted lady.

"He probably polishes this one himself,"

Derek said and Emily had to agree if there was one thing Sebastian Haven was known for loving then it was boobs. "Do you think he just walked into a car dealership, and found this or that he actually drew out the design himself and had it specially made?" Emily asked, grabbing one of the boobs, and pretending like she was squeezing them. Next to her, Derek let out a laugh.

"Emily, stop it. This is very serious business. Can you not tell that this is a work of art?" He admonished, but his eyes were alight with laughter. Clearing his throat, he schooled his features and then he bent down at an angle.

His thumb and index finger over one eye as though he were wearing a monocle.

"As you can see this is an extraordinary piece. One that was specifically crafted to define the female form in its most natural state, and the artist clearly has an eye for detail," Derek said in his most serious voice, and then he straightened and nodded. Walking around it like he was at a gallery. Holding back laughter, Emily copied him. Her hands clasped behind her back as she too pretended to survey the car as though it were an expensive work of art.

"Yes, yes, I heard that the artists Boobienacius, and BigTitty collaborated to bring us this magnificent piece,"

"Ah, you are right. And they also did not spare any expenses when it came to picking materials," He tapped lightly at the hood.

"As you can tell, it is exquisite,"

They nodded at one another like they were having an actual intelligent conversation and then their masks cracked and they burst out laughing. It was ridiculous. The two of them were trespassing. They should not have been making jokes, but the jokes were literally writing themselves.

His uncle had had a cleavage-shaped car custom-made. If they did not laugh at that, then they would not be human. Gasping for breath, Emily finally managed to get herself under control. "Wait, wait, what if there’s a penis-shaped car around here?"

Derek’s eyes widened and he began looking around more intently. It said a lot about his uncle that such a thing had a huge possibility of being true.

Conducting her own search, Emily walked around the cleavage-shaped car. She had not gotten far when her foot snagged on something, and she felt her world tilt as she began to fall.

But Derek caught her before her body could make contact with the floor, in what would have no doubt been a very painful landing. "Are you alright?" He asked and Emily nodded. Clinging to him for a few seconds longer before she let go.

"I’m alright. I just tripped on something," She said. And then she looked down. There was a piece of tarp there. Emily had noticed it when they’d walked in but she hadn’t really thought anything of it. But now she realized that it was strange. Every other piece in the warehouse was exposed. Why was this one hidden?

"Do you think he covered it because it’s the penis car?" Emily asked. And Derek shrugged. "Let’s find out," He said.

Crouching down, he grabbed the top and pulled, revealing the car beneath. Much to their great disappointment, it was not a penis car. Instead, it was just a regular car, an expensive and obviously classic one, but just a car at the end of the day.

"I remember this car,"

Derek said, moving towards the gleaming red beast.

"My uncle drove this years ago. I always thought that he’d either crashed it or sold it,"

He took one step towards the vehicle, and then he stopped.

The giant doors to Sebastian’s warehouse suddenly opening up. The excess light making them squint their eyes. "What are you doing here?!" Sebastian Haven’s voice boomed, and he sounded so angry that Emily could not help but shudder.

Derek’s arm came around her protectively, and she leaned into him. Great, they had just been caught by one of the most unforgiving people ever.

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