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 f*****g underage mistress.
I'm sure Ashley would love that.
A knock interrupted my thoughts, irritating me further.
"Who the f**k 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 f**k himself," I snarled.
He made no sign to show he heard me. Instead he only said, "Mr Davenport insists."
I've never wanted so desperately to smash someone's head against the wall-well, except Amelia-as I d
