Chapter 28: Stress
When she had stopped taking the sleeping pills. Emily had known that it was just a matter of time before all the negatives that came with nightmares keeping her awake at night came back like they had never been gone.
A week.
That was how long her body had hung on to the few restful benefits of the sleeping pills. In the past, she had often managed to extend the feeling of almost being well rested by about two weeks. But now, thanks to the stress of knowing that Derek's lecherous idiot of an uncle had their number, the effects of artificial sleep had worn off faster than she had anticipated.
And now, after only an hour of sleep the night before, Emily ached...bad. It was a deep ache too. The kind that she felt deep in her bones, and it was not helped by the fact that when she tried to rub at her aching temples. Trying to alleviate her headache, that brought forth a new agony. The night before had been a bad night to embroider, but she had done it anyways, and as a result her finger tips were full of pinpricks. Some of them even bled if she pressed too hard.
From her aching head, her sore eyes, her hurting back, feet, even her neck. There was no part of her that had been spared, and the stress of knowing that Lucas and his boss were up to something did not help at all.
When it came to keeping secrets. Lucas was the weakest link in the duo, that was himself and Sebastian Haven. Normally all it took was a few choice words from Emily and he would let slip something important trying to prove how much smarter he was. Sometimes, like the time on the stairs, she did not even have to goad him. She simply just had to be at the right place, at the right time. Other times he was not even talking to her, but was busy showing off to other PAs, unaware that he was giving her useful nuggets of information.
But this time, Lucas had the silence of a tomb. His lips were sealed shut, and not because he had somehow learned to keep his big mouth shut overnight.
No...there was no way that would have ever worked.