Clayton Point Of View. I hated nothing more than humiliation. Public disgrace was something that clung on to its victim like a leech, hard to get rid of. While Bella laughed, I felt this overwhelming urge to slap her across the face, and remind her, in the harshest language, that I was still Clayton Rocco, a billionaire, and she was nothing. People were beginning to look in our direction because of how uproarious her laughter was

"Will you cut it the fuck out?!?!" I said. What the fuck is so ...