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Week 6° Day 3

I sat on the bed, contemplating whether I should let derek speak up about what just happened. I sighed, getting up and pulling on a pair of shorts. I walked to the conference room, knocking slightly on the door. I heard some shuffling around before the door opened. It was derek. "Derek, Im sorry," I sniffled. He pulled me into a hug, shutting the door as he pulled me into the room. "Karina, dont apologize. Its my fault for making you think Nates dead when hes not," he said, pulling away from the hug. he lifted my chin up, staring into my eyes. "Karina. We moved Nate and Ty to a remote location so theyll be safe from my dad," he said. I searched his eyes for any glimmer of lies, but i didnt. "W-what? Why?" I asked, he dragged me over to his chair, sitting down. I straddled him, putting my hands gently on his shoulders. "Because, nate and I have come to learn that were both trying to keep you safe. And to do that, we've combined our drugs and made one large drug cartel," derek explained, rubbing my back. I leaned in, connecting our lips. "thank you," i mumbled against his lips.
Nate and Ty are safe. Im safe. Derek wants me safe, and hes going on Tys side of cartel.
What is happening?
Does derek have feelings for me?

I sighed as i pulled a comb through my wet hair. I groaned, the comb getting caught in a knot. I brushed through it, setting the comb back onto the counter. i walked into the bedroom, derek laying stomach down on the bed. i walked over to him, sitting on his lower back. he sighed, turning to where i fell onto the bed. i giggled as he climbed on top of me, laying his head on my boobs. "Hey D," i said, playing with his hair. "Yeah, baby," he said, his voice muffled my my shirt. "Is everything okay?" I ask, causing him to look at me. "Yeah. What do you mean?" he said, "Well, you know, with Khloe. She hasnt been here once to get her stuff," I said. he chuckled, laying his head back down. "She said she wont ever come back until you leave this house," he said. I hummed, nodding my head. Soft snores were heard from Derek. "I dont wanna leave. I love you," I whispered.

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