Derek had just spent hours walking around the front of his building like a ghost. Haunting the area with the hope that maybe Emily would show up. It had been a slim possibility from the time that he had left the confines of the penthouse.
And as the hours had passed by, the chances for her to show up had grown slimmer and slimmer. But still, Derek had not given up. A grown man out and about in the middle of the night, circling a building in just his pajamas. Were he anyone else or been anywhere else, somebody would have called the police. Or he would have ended up in the hospital under psychiatric evaluation.
But as things stood, he had simply just been an eccentric rich guy doing what rich people did, when they were bored. Everybody minding their business and leaving him alone.
With the guards making sure that nobody bothered him. Derek would not lie. He had never hated the protection that his name, and status brought him more than he had in that moment.
