Pregnant For My Bully
Chapter 85

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 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.

I stared at myself in the mirror as I re-entered my room and watched the water drip off my hair. Sighing, I wiped it dry with a towel and grudgingly tugged the bowtie back on.

Getting into the brand new loafers dad had ordered specifically for this occasion, I willed my anger to stay in check and walked down the stairs into the lively living room.

Soft music filled every corner of the house as people stood in groups, talking, laughing and gossiping.

I tugged on my tie, feeling the irritation starting to creep in. A few feet ahead of me, Dad stood-Ashley's arm linked with his-making introductions with an uncle I remembered from the Christmas party last year.

I rolled my eyes, looking away and heading for the back of the house. Hopefully no one would notice I wasn't around, and maybe I'd even replace some nice alcohol to nick.

As I got to the back of the house, I resisted the urge to smoke. It wouldn't go down well if someone saw me and reported it to Dad. So I left the cigarette and lighter safely tucked in my pants and instead buried my hands deep in my pocket.

As I watched the middle-aged couple who stood a few feet away from me, I overheard one say, "Did you see her?"

My ears shot up and I moved back, deeper into the trees.

"Who didn't?" His wife replied. "She's so young!"

Her face wrinkled in disgust.

"My, my, Richard obviously isn't in the right state of mind."

The woman shook her head. "Isn't she around the same age with the boy? Jared or something like that is his name."

I resisted the temptation to scream "Jason" and concentrated on staying hidden.

"Lord have mercy on them all," The main said sadly, shaking his head.

At this point I walked out, deliberately giving them a long, hard look so they'd know I'd been listening.

The woman yelped in surprise and her mouth hung wide open as she stared at me dumbfounded. Rolling my eyes, I stormed off and headed for my room to have a highly needed smoke.