Derrick's POV
I sat on the edge of my bed, my head buried in my hands.
I never thought anything would come to this. I never thought I would be forced into marriage like this, nor that I would be feeling this way for the son of the man that ruined my life.
Everything felt like a dream. A sick, twisted dream. I couldn't remember what happened. No matter how hard I tried, it was like running into a wall in my own mind. All I knew was that I didn't sleep with Quinn. I was sure I didn't sleep with her—I actually couldn't.
Her kind was not where my desires lay; it would be next to impossible for me to be able to get turned on by her.
And yet… here I was, accused of something I didn't do. Being forced to marry someone I didn't even like, let alone love. I wished this was a nightmare, one that I could not wait to wake up from.
A soft knock came on my door.
I didn't bother to look up; nothing that would be brought to me would be as important as what I was going through at the moment.
