Sleeping With The CEO
Chapter 87: Truth or Not

Chapter 87: Truth or Not

The beginning of her third week as part of the unemployed population had Emily regretting quite a bit. She did not regret that she had quit, that was something that she had really needed to do.

What she did regret though, was the fact that she had not really thought things through. With work no longer guiding how her day went, Emily was lost. And as much as she was trying to hide it, she was scared that at some point, her mom would know. And her realizing that, would most probably lead to her learning off all the big lies that Emily had been telling. The oldest one being that her sleeping problems were cured, and the most recent one being that she still had a job.

It was a lot of stress, a lot of pressure.

And as usual, Emily did what she always did whenever she was feeling overwhelmed or lost...she embroidered.

In the past when she had still had a job to go to, Emily’s embroidering had been restricted to the hours after sunset. But now, she no longer had that barrier, and that was a problem.

"If you stir that tea and longer, you will separate the water from the sugar, and the milk," Her mom’s gentle teasing brought her out of her thoughts and Emily stilled her hand. Looking up at her mom, as she raised her mug and took a healthy sip of her tea. From her mom’s side, the rich aroma of coffee was pretty strong.

"At least I might be able to separate everything, your coffee could be mistaken for tar," Emily teased back. Putting her mug down, she picked up a slice of toast with one hand and took a small bite.

"What are your plans for the day? Missing the working world yet?" Her mom asked and Emily shrugged, taking another drink to hide how much the last part of her mom’s speech had affected her.

"Nothing much, I plan to just catch up on some series and laze about. You know, just being wild and dancing on my own," She said, not mentioning anything work related.

She had been able to keep lying about having a job, but if she kept talking about it, no doubt, at some point she would make a mistake, and her mom would catch her in a lie. It was best to ignore the whole topic altogether.

Unfortunately for her, her mom had caught on to the omission.

"Don’t think I have not noticed you not saying anything about the last part. Do you miss work, or are you sick and tired of it that you do not want to hear about i-" The beginning of what would have no doubt been thorough inquiry came to a sudden halt as her mom pushed off her chair fast.

"How did time get away from me so fast? I am going to be late if I do not leave right now," She grabbed her bag, leaned over to give Emily a quick one-armed hug, and the she was out the door, leaving Emily feeling as though she had just dodged a massive bullet.

But the feeling of relief did not last

With her mom gone the apartment was quiet, too quiet. And Emily quickly lost interest in her own breakfast. Standing up, she reached over and took her mom’s plate and mug, and then she took her own, balancing them on her short trip to the sink. In just a few minutes, the dishes were clean and put away. Leaving Emily to turn her attention to the rest of the kitchen. She wiped down the fridge, the counters and the island where they had been eating and then went about rearranging the spices in the spice rack, and mopping the floor.

Kitchen done, she made her way to the living room, where she did a bit of redecorating, moving vases, and flipping cushions. When that was done, she pulled out the vacuum cleaner and went to work on the carpet. Going over it three times just to be sure.

Her shower after was slow, not that she was really doing anything. She had soaped herself up, and scrubbed away all of the remains of the night before in just under ten minutes. And then she just stood there, letting the warm water run over her body. She had no idea how long she stayed beneath the spray, but by the time she got out, the water was beginning to cool.

Shower done, Emily went to her room and threw on an extra large shirt, not even bothering to do anything with her hair. Then she pulled out her key, and went to her crafts drawer.

Emily knew that without work to keep her in check, her stress embroidering had gotten a bit out of hand, but still, every time she saw it, she was taken by surprise.

There were well over thirty pieces at various stages of completion. Emily no longer just picked one project and worked on it until it was done. She now did them simultaneously, sometimes she would be in the middle if embroidering, inspiration would strike and she would instantly go on to another piece. She always had to have something that she was doing, otherwise her thoughts got too loud.

And that morning it was no different, Emily took a look at her project and decided to work on just five that day. Running her hands over them, she carefully picked the pieces, making sure to stay away from the ones with too much red thread. The night before she had been plagued by a nightmare that had a lot of red rope in it, so the colour was a bit triggering for her.

Choices made, Emily took her crafts and took them to bed with her, and got to work. Hour after hour passed with her laser focused on the fabric, the only movement that she made other than wielding the needle, being to push her glasses up her nose and continue working.

Hours later, it was pain that broke Emily out of her trance like state. She had nicked her finger. It was a tiny puncture, one that stopped bleeding before the blood could even form a proper drop. Reaching over, Emily grabbed a tissue from her bedside drawer and wiped it off.

It was a simple fix, but when she tried to get back to embroidering, Emily found that she had lost her rhythm. With a sigh, she put everything away and locked her drawer once more. With that done, she went back to bed.

Staring up at the ceiling, Emily tried to come up with the energy to do something else. Cook, maybe clean some more, or go out for a walk. But all of that seemed impossible, so she just lay in bed, and did nothing.

She did not move until hours later when she heard her mom come in.

"I’m home!" Her mom called out and Emily flew off the bed. Pasting a fake smile on her face, she went to greet her mom. Thinking for one wild second that she should just come clean. But the moment passed and Emily went to hug her mom with none of her guilt showing on her face.

Tomorrow, maybe she would work up the guts to tell her tomorrow.