Drake’s P.O.V.

“What?” I almost screamed at what I just heard. “How can you even do this to—”

I paused and harshly breathed a handful of air. I shouldn’t be doing this here. We weren’t far from the office, and that nasty Eleanor—her hearing ability is top-notch. I didn’t want her overhearing what I was about to say.

I’ve had enough of her nagging and crying, which now absolutely irritates me to no end. So here I was, dragging a frowning Danika to a secluded space where there would be no one in sight.

“You’re hurting me! Let go!” she yelled in a futile effort to free her hand from...