Sleeping With The CEO
Chapter 189: Addicted

Chapter 189: Addicted

After a Saturday that had essentially been spent doing absolutely nothing but sleeping. Derek should have been more alert on Sunday night and on Sunday the day itself. He should have been wanting to be out there in the world.

To finish work, to catch up on projects, and to make sure that when it came to the work that he had done in advance, everything was in order.

But his body was not having it.

He had suffered for years. His body had suffered for years. It had endured what was way more, than what the average human body should have been able to take. Now that it was finally getting a chance to rest, to sleep, it was not letting go easily. And to be honest, Derek did not try all that hard to get his body to relinquish its hold on sleep, and wake up.

Rather than treating his body like a machine that only used sleep to recharge itself. Derek had taken the opportunity that came with sleeping with Emily and had run with it.

He’d had himself a lazy weekend, the first that he had had in years. And it was totally worth it. There was not a single thing that he would change. Were his mother to know. She would call what Derek did that weekend slothful abhorrent behavior. An that was unbefitting of the chief executive officer of Haven Group. Not only that, it was behavior that she did not expect from the son that she had worked so hard in raising into a proper gentleman. But Derek was certain that even if her tone was full of nothing but disappointment. Or if she hissed the most horrible things at him, he would still just smile at her. Because that weekend Derek had gotten to sleep. And sleep was wonderful.

There were no people around for him to impress. So he had spent the weekend in his pyjamas with only Emily there to witness him dressed so casually. For two days straight, breakfast had been cereal.

And right after breakfast, it had been straight to bed, where Derek had been asleep almost as soon as his head had hit the pillow, with Emily in his arms. And that was another thing that he had enjoyed about his weekend, that he would not take back no matter what.

Emily.

It was not something that was common knowledge, but Derek was what people called...a cuddler.

He remembered being four years old with his own teddy bear, and cuddling that thing so hard. He had nearly squeezed all of the stuffing out of it. Then after the teddy bear, he had made due with hugs and kisses whenever he could .

As an adult, any thoughts of him being able to find somebody to cuddle, had been thrown out the window, and viciously kicked down by his insomnia.

His sleeping problem had given him no chance of him ever finding somebody who would be willing to just let him hold them in his arms through the night. So rather than pining for things that he could not have. Derek had taken that part of himself, and he had locked it away. What use did he have for such soft feelings. For such a normal everyday longing. Wanting to want to hold somebody? To just feel their warmth against him.

None, he had told himself, and he had made sure to bury that part of himself as deep as he possibly could.

But just sleeping with Emily, had been enough to bring it to the surface like it had never been gone in the first place.

Just when Derek did not think that Emily could not get any more perfect, she did.

The cuddling was not a deal breaker for her. Derek’d had that there were a lot of people who did not like that. But lucky for him, Emily was not one of those people.

In fact, she seemed to enjoy it, not resisting when Derek pulled her into his arms.

Instead going willingly, and seeming to want to glue herself to him so that the two of them never parted. It was nice, being able to just go through the hours physically attached to one another. The two of them were so compatible that it was not even funny.

They had literally just spent Sunday as a repeat of Saturday, but Derek was not even the least bit bored. In fact, the two of them were currently back in bed, both of them smelling of shampoo. Their freshly showered scent, the only indicator that they had moved from the bed at all.

With Emily once again pillowed on his arm, and Derek’s other arm thrown over her waist. They were once again feeling the wonderful tug of sleep.

Emily staring up at him, blinking slowly, a clear sign that sleep was slowly pulling her under.Derek spoke up before he could help himself. His voice low and soothing, not wanting to break the calmness that had settled over them.

" I do not think that I can ever quit this," He told her. His voice sounding more than a little sleep drunk.

Emily gave him a dopey smile, nuzzling her nose against his inner arm.

"Me neither. This is the best feeling ever. How do people just live with this and keep going like they don’t have the most awesome experience ever when they close their eyes," She asked, sounding genuinely shocked, and Derek had to agree with her.

He had often had people saying that they had addictive personalities, and he had never understood.

But now he thought that he got it a little bit. He’d had just one small taste of sleep, and already he was hooked. If somebody were ever to try to put him in rehab to wean him off the sleep.

Derek was certain that it would kill him.

The last time he had been too young to fully get what had been taken from him. And as he had grown, he had adapted to the lack of sleep. Insomnia becoming a norm for him. But now Derek knew better. He had now felt what it was, to get a good night’s rest.

Not only a good night’s rest, but to be able to sleep, even during the day and stay asleep.

If something as horrible as him no longer being able to sleep again without any hope of getting it back, were to happen. Then he had no idea how he would take it. But whatever his reaction would be, he just knew that it would not be good.

"Let’s never give it up," He told Emily.

"Let’s sleep together, always," She smiled at him, and Derek returned it. The two of them were still smiling at each other when they fell asleep.