King of His Kingdom

"Joyce, what do you mean you can't drop me off at work? It's not out of your way at all.""Damon, I don't have to explain myself to you." Joyce Ramsey tossed over her shoulder at her husband, not bothering to dignify him by even staring at him when responding. She just continued with her make-up application.Damon opened his mouth to speak but closed it and sighed. Maybe there was a perfectly reasonable explanation for why she didn't want to take him. He couldn't let himself believe that she was just being mean and malicious to him like the rest of her family.Despite all recent indications to the contrary, Damon still tried his best not to believe that his once loving and caring wife had somehow become just like his in-laws who treated him like a rag just because he was from a poor background."Are you heading somewhere before going to the office? You could just drop me off at the closest junction to my stop then I'll find my way."He sat on the edge of the bed behind her, his voice

"Code. White. I'm sure you know what that means. If anything about our guest leaks out, you're the one who will be blamed, Mr. Peasant Delivery Boy."Damon gritted his teeth. When was this condescension going to end? Was it a crime to be a poor delivery guy?He stared at her coldly,"I'm well aware of the demands of my job ma'am."And immediately he walked away.Imagine, an ordinary receptionist, young enough to be his baby sister – if he had one – had the guts to speak to him so shabbily because he was not rich. He shook his head bitterly as he stood in the elevator, riding up to the 103rd floor. He would do everything in his power to become rich enough to buy Hotel De Salvatore.Just thinking about it made him almost laugh at himself. It was such a farfetched dream. Utterly impossible. But he decided to hold on to it. It would keep him going.The elevator pinged as he arrived on the correct floor.Walking briskly out he located the correct room and pushed the doorbell. Wow. This was

Damon was taken aback at that statement. He felt as though he'd just been doused with a bucket of cold water. All of his energy left him like he was a deflated balloon."I mean if she was at Hotel De Salvatore, it couldn't have been with a man like you." Michael, Joyce's father mused, smiling at his wife."I mean." Gianna chortled with him.Damon's mouth hung open,"Is that all you're both going to say?" He breathed. "Joyce is disgracing not just me but the family name as well by what she's doing."Gianna's face contorted in anger,"And what the fuck do you mean by that?" She boiled. "Is it your family name? At least she has a family name to disgrace! Who are you? Your name is nothing but a disgrace itself!""And for your information, any man out there is better than your sorry self!" Michael pitched in. "I mean who do you think you are? Jumping in here to do what? Turn us against our daughter? Because she decided to return to her senses and upgrade to a man much suited to her status?

"I'm sorry, are you talking to me?" Damon asked confused,"Are you master Damon Langston?" The man asked in a suede voice."Yeah… I am." Damon blinked."Then yes, I'm referring to you my Prince."Damon began chuckling. As he looked into the man's face and saw how serious he was, the chuckling increased to full-on laughter. He laughed so hard, he couldn't feel his stomach anymore."Y– you guys are such g– gr– great clowns!" He burst out. "What else do you have for me?" He asked. "Come on, tell me! I haven't laughed this hard in eons. I'm usually the one being laughed at." He chuckled."I'm sorry about that my Prince but I'm not here to joke. I'm here to retrieve you."Damon laughed even harder,"Tell Jack Pierce that he pulled a good one this time! Kudos to him!" Damon chortled."Please stop this, my Prince, we have not been sent here by any Jack Pierce or such, it's time for you to go home. We've driven around all the bus stops outside Green Bay estate before we found you here, to sho

The King chuckled delightedly."Okay son, I don't know who Phillip is but I assure you, you can do whatever it is you want. Just hold on until all your assets have been transferred to you."Damon's head came up to stare at his grandfather,"A– Assets?"King Richard smiled like he'd been waiting for this day to come all his life – which he technically had."Yes my boy, assets."~~~~~~Brandley led Damon to what would now be called his room. It was time for the presentation of assets and he had to look the part.Brandley looked back at him briefly and smiled,"My full name is Brandley Cook. I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier. I was your father's aide. Brought up to be his right-hand man but at his death I defected to your grandfather's side."He pushed open a door,"And now, upon your arrival, I am yours."Damon blinked and nodded, moving ahead of Brandley to enter the room.Brandley saw his expression and smiled compassionately,"I know this is all a lot to take in but I assur