Chapter 183: A Treat
Staring up at his PA as she stood in front of his desk, Derek realized that she was right.
Yes, they might have played childish games during their lunch hour. Trying to come up with an appropriate schedule for the both of them.
But in the end, what it all boiled down to, was that they had been taking the joy out of the miracle of sleep that they had found. Both of them unconsciously trying to mold the thing into something that they could recognize. And what it was that they were comfortable with was business.
So that was exactly what they had tried to turn the arrangement into, a transaction. Emily was right. It was not a transaction.
This was more than that. It was personal. It was private. It was about their health. It was about their life. It deserved to be treated differently. And not only did Emily just point out such a huge thing, such a major mistake that they would have been making had they continued?
She had also introduced a concept that Derek had not thought of when it came to sleep.
A treat.
"Let us take this Wednesday as a treat," She’d said, and his mind was blown.
Derek was rich, not only had he been born rich. He had been born richer than most. In fac, if there was a word for somebody who was beyond rich, then Derek was it. Treats were everyday things for him.