Jason Davenport
"Can you stop that?" I snapped at the servant who kept adding more gel to my hair to make it fall backwards.
Her fingers froze mid-air as she cupped another handful of gel in her hand. She stared at me wide-eyed, waiting for my next order. Unsurprisingly, it only annoyed me further.
I tore the ridiculous bowtie off my neck and popped the first three buttons of the crisp white button-down I'd been forced to wear.
"Well, get the f**k out!" I spat, glaring at her.
"Oh!" She managed to yelp before dumping the blob of hair gel into the trash and practically running out of the room.
I let out a groan as the door shut behind her. Dad had decided to throw a small party with relatives and friends to introduce his "wife" to everyone. And now I had to dress up and smile and ac
