Nathan's POV
The women in the kitchen had their eyes on me. They kept looking, maintaining that same judgmental stare on their faces. They clearly had plenty more to say, but none of it would be anything I hadn't already heard a thousand times before. I was already used to their judgemental glare, it was nothing new to me.
I've told myself worse things than they ever could.
"I thought you'd be gone by now."
I whipped my head around sharply. Anita stood there, hands on her waist, her eyes gleaming with poisonous mockery.
"Excuse me?" I asked, frowning as my brows drew together.
She smirked slowly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear like she had all the time in the world. "I just thought you'd be on your way out by now. Isn't Derrick tired of you already?"
What the hell was she saying? Not even an hour ago, she was in my room running her mouth, and now here she was—acting like days had passed.
Derrick? Bored of me already?
