Later that day,
[You got a chad father, gotta give you that.]
"..."
[Still not in the mood to talk?]
"..."
[You know I'm going to keep bugging you, right? I'm not like your girl who would leave you alone just because you told her.]
"For fuck's sake, SHUT UP!"
[Well, the plan worked; now, if you don't mind, you can talk to me.]
Ashton sighed as his head hit the heavy pillow. It wasn't as if he was intentionally avoiding everyone. But there were too many thoughts in his head that didn't make sense. At least not to him.
Who was his father to possibly plot out his life to this extent?
Everything Ashton had achieved, from strength to connections, how could his father possibly predict all this information? Even a one in a billion kind of genius wouldn't have been able to predict someone's life to the minutest details. Yet, his father did just that.
