Devon’s POV
I would rather be in father’s prison, being tortured right now, then sit here and listen to the Livingstons brag about what house they just bought, the latest fashion they just bought, or the newest car they drove over here. The servants couldn’t serve the wine fast enough to me, wanting to numb this nightmare of a dinner, and forget it even existed.
Rochelle took the liberty of sitting next to me, rubbing herself against me throughout dinner. I kept on shoving her off me, giving her low growls, trying to warn her to stay off me. She didn’t take none of the hints I was giving her and continued her tactics.
“Devon, we should go to Cabo this weekend!” Rochelle screeched in my ear, causing me to lose my hearing temporarily. “I got a new bikini that you would love to see!”
“Ye
