Eight

Jason's POV

I drove Davina back home. On getting there, she got out of the car without saying a word to me.

I got out the packages from the car and headed inside where I met Gerard.

"Welcome, Mr. Sinclair." He said with a slight note of disapproval in his voice.

"Thank you, Gerard." I replied. A servant came and took the packages. "Those are for Davina. Miss Landon, I mean."

"I'll see that she receives them." Gerard replied. "Will that be all, Sir?"

I nodded then I left. I drove away from the house even though every inch of me wanted to go back and find a way to comfort Davina and make things right.

I was very successful, rich and famous, yet, as of this evening, I felt like I was nothing more than a bully.

I drove back to the penthouse and I poured myself a glass of vodka and I sat at the balcony, looking over the city. It struck me how ironic that I had a lot of friends but I am perpetually alone.

I downed the glass of vodka and poured another. It was going to be a long night.

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