Dafne White's POV
Exhausted doesn't even begin to describe it. I'm spent, utterly drained, my head feels like it's about to explode. I push the door open and frown. Seriously? Grace is in a corner of the room, arms crossed, glaring at Ben, who's clutching his cheek.
"Daf, you're finally here! Grace has been awful to me, she slapped me! It's barbaric, I haven't done anything to her."
"Oh really? You imbecile! Keep your damn d**k in your pants! Think twice before you cheat on a woman, you treacherous dog. She might just have a crazy friend who'll slap you silly. And I barely touched you, you're weaker than a little girl." I open my eyes wide, shocked by the whole scene.
Ben, here? Grace, this crazy?
"Ben, what are you doing here?" He looks at me with his best wounded puppy dog eyes.
