Bab 46: I'm pregnant?

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 fuck 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 act like the child who's so glad his dad had remarried.

Furious, I barged into the bathroom and washed the thick, slimy product off, only stopping when I was sure it was all gone.