CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
DANE’S POV
I could feel the punches coming and every part of me knew I deserved them. I let him hit me, because then maybe I would stop feeling guilty. At this point I had no idea if I was even allowed to feel guilty.
“You f*****g asshole!” Clinton grabbed my collars, shaking me and I looked at him. I would definitely need more than just a couple of stiches.
“Nothing you say can make me feel worse than I already do,” I mumbled.
He hit me once more on the cheek and I could have sworn I tasted my own blood this time.
“What happened to flying to Paris just to meet her and show her that you are sorry. What happened to that, huh? Instead, I walk into your house and Cynthia is leaving. You know what she told me on face? That she didn’t give a flying f**k about Chanel. Sh
