Jason Davenport

I woke up angry. Reaching for my phone to see what time I was, I remembered I didn't have one anymore.

Just great.

Dad had finally found a way to take my life away from me. Maybe now he'd have the chance to enjoy life with his fucking underage mistress.

I'm sure Ashley would love that.

A knock interrupted my thoughts, irritating me further.

"Who the fuck is that?" I barked.

One of the many servants who worked for us walked briskly inside, leaving the door half closed.

"Mr Davenport demands that you come down for dinner." He said curtly.

"Tell him to go fuck himself," I snarled....