Nathan's POV
I frowned and tried to wrestle myself from his grip, but he pinned me harder into the bed and pressed himself against me.
"I wasn't trying to kill you, even though I wish I could," I spat.
A big frown spread across Derrick's ridiculously handsome face, and I thought he was going to snap at me or do anything, but he didn't. Instead, he let go of me and climbed off the bed.
With my heart still racing, I watched him walk over to the bar, pour himself a glass of whiskey, and take a sip.
I stared at him with a furrowed brow, wondering why I was in his bed, naked. How did I get here? My brow furrowed, and that's when the memories came rushing back. I remembered being shot by Anita, and the last thing I remembered was Derrick making his way toward me.
