After a week spent in quiet anticipation. A flight on a Friday, right after work. All just so he could do a bit more work to cover up the real reason for his visit. Derek had expected to come back to the manor fully rested.
But he was not. In fact he was more tired than before he had left, all of the energy that he had wasted trashing the motel room attributing to said exhaustion. He had spent most of Saturday holed up in his personal living room. His excuse being the totally unimaginative " I am working," But it had worked and he had been left alone to wallow in peace.
But it was Sunday now, and Derek had known he had to do something to get over his funk.
He did not feel like swimming, which would have sapped him of the little energy that he still had. Which had led to him taking the exact opposite of a physically exhausting pastime.
Derek Haven, CEO of Haven Enterprises, was currently on his stomach getting a massage.
