Sleeping With The CEO

For the majority of Derek’s life a lot of things had changed. He had gone from being a baby, to being a child, and then to an adult. He had gone from having two living parents to just one, from talking face to face with his father to visiting his grave once a year. Those were changes that he could deal with. Changes that occurred in everyone’s life. But there was one thing that had never changed for him throughout the years. And that one constant in his life, was that Derek gave the orders, and people followed them. And by people he was not including his mother, the day that woman followed an order coming from Derek. They would be digging his grave that very day and burying him without question.

No one gave her orders. And apart from her, no one gave him orders. Which was why Derek was absolutely shocked to have his PA ordering him around, and not only that, for him to be obeying her without putting up a fight.

But, if he dared refuse, there was a crazy look in her eyes that promised unimaginable pain if he refused to do her bidding. There was no way he was putting himself at risk like that. He had already heard her shriek like a banshee, then he had seen her use super speed. He did not want to test whether or not she had super strength to. He consoled himself as he dragged the bags to the car.

It was completely undignified and did not match his look at all. From head to toe, he looked like a million bucks, people who looked like a million bucks should not be lugging about so many bags.

Why had he felt the need to pack so much anyways? Why had he not reigned himself in when he had been giving his butler instructions on what to pack? But even as he thought that, Derek had no idea what he could have possibly left behind. It was perfectly sound logic to pack enough clothes for a week or two when going away for a single night.

Who knew what might happen? He could deal with a lot of things, but fashion disasters were something that he would avoid for as long as he could.

Having finally made it to the car, Derek threw the luggage in the trunk. Closing the trunk with more force than was necessary, he went to join Emily in the back seat and the car pulled off. With the nightmare motel firmly out of sight, Derek turned to Emily.

They had to address this issue. He would never again be seen dragging bags around, while she strutted up ahead. He would be the one doing the strutting.

"Emily, we have a issue that we need to discuss," He told her. His voice was soft yet firm. A tactic that he often used to command attention.