“You f*****g prick,” he spat at me. “No wonder she was so upset.” Dante shoved my chest. I had to take a step backward to remain upright. “You s**t on everything you touch, don’t you?” I got straight back in his face and clenched his shirt in my fist. “What the f**k is that supposed to mean?” “It means she only has eyes for you,” he sneered. “But you treat her like s**t. You tell her she can’t be with anyone else, then you traipse around with Liana? What the f**k is wrong with you?” I’d seen how upset Camilla had been at the dinner. There was truth in what Dante had said, no matter how much it pissed me off. The problem was, he didn’t know the whole story. He didn’t know she was the one who had insisted on boundaries. That she had attempted to go f**k men at another club. I released my hol
