Nathan's POV
The guards bowed and began dragging me away, but she halted them with a simple raise of her hand. They obeyed immediately, though their hands remained locked around my arms in a firm grip.
Derrick's woman stepped forward, stopping just inches from me. Our eyes met, and she sniffed the air around me. I didn't need anyone to tell me what she had caught; Derrick's scent still clung to my skin.
"You bastard." Her voice was thick with disgust before she unexpectedly struck me hard across the face.
My head snapped to the side, my jaw tightening at the sting. Slowly, I turned back to glare at her, my expression dark. "And what exactly was that for?" I demanded, my voice laced with irritation.
Another slap landed, sharper this time, making my cheek throb. I groaned, feeling a rare sense of humiliation—no woman had ever dared to lay a hand on me like this.
