CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHANEL’S POV
No more drinking or being reckless.
That was the first thing that came to mind when I woke up the following morning under the dull headache behind my eyes and a sticky mouth, the events of the previous night slowly replaying in my mind. Wait, I threw up on Dane. My eyes widened as I sat up, my throbbing headache completely forgotten as I stepped out off the bed. My clothes were intact. Well, that was a good start. When my gaze wondered over to the rest of the empty room, I sighed in relief at the familiarity.
Groaning, I stepped inside the shower, eyes closed and it only helped a fraction. My mind reverted back to the yesterday. I know I asked for the truth but how he be cruel enough to tell me on my face that he wanted me because I fit his parent’s stand
