King of His Kingdom

Chapter 4 - Delivery Boy Husband!

"J – Joyce?" Damon muttered, not quite believing his eyes.

Jack's eyebrows rose, then he turned around and looked from a smirking Joyce to a dumbfounded Damon. Then he chuckled,

"My, my, delivery boy, you've really got some guts. Who do you possibly think you are to her that you can address my woman by her name?"

Damon didn't even hear Jack's words, all his attention was focused on Joyce as she uncoiled her half-naked self shamelessly from Jack's body and sat on the bed, crossing her legs.

Jack's brows rose even higher, he turned to Joyce,

"Is anyone going to tell me what is going on here?"

Joyce rolled her eyes then patted Jack's cheek.

"I'm sorry honey." She cocked her head towards Damon,

"This is my good for nothing, delivery boy –" she shuddered, "I can barely even say it." She mumbled. "Husband." She grimaced on the last word.

Jack immediately began barking with laughter, slapping his knees as he did so.

Something sparked in Damon's head and a semblance of his consciousness returned.

"What did you just call me Joyce?"

One of her delicate eyebrows rose,

"Are you hard of hearing now Damon?"

Damon was shocked into silence once again.

"Oh my god babe, you're joking!" Jack chortled.

She shook her head, her smirk still firmly in place.

Jack's laughter increased,

"Oh my God! He's even more pathetic than you described!"

Damon's brain released a spark and the next instant he was on Jack, delivering a bone-crushing punch to his almost perfect aristocratic face.

Joyce screamed as they both rolled onto the floor, Damon delivering punches all the way.

Jack grunted and tried to push Damon off him, attempting punches of his own, but it was impossible, Damon wasn't himself, all he could see was red. Pure, unadulterated anger coursed through his veins. Anger at seeing his wife unashamedly cheating on him, anger at being put down and humiliated by the man she was cheating on him with, anger at all the insults he'd received today, anger at how he'd been treated nearly all his life just because he was poor. Jack felt the full wrath of his anger.

Joyce kept screaming and then rushed to the telephone,

"Security! Security! There's a madman here who's attacked my boyfriend!"

On hearing Joyce's words, Damon was caught off guard. Joyce had seriously just described him as a madman. Him, her husband, with pictures and documents to prove it!

It was all Jack needed. In that split second, he overthrew Damon from on top of him and delivered a destabilizing blow to him. Damon grunted and tried to retaliate but it was almost too late. Jack pinned his arms behind him and just as Damon freed himself and they began rolling on the floor again, the security guys rushed in.

"There! He's the one my boyfriend is beating up!" Joyce shouted.

The three men pulled Jack and Damon apart, immediately they saw Damon's delivery man's clothes, they began beating him up to subdue him.

One of them helped Jack up. Jack growled and pushed him away, wiping the blood from his nose.

"Get this bastard out of here now!" He bellowed.

"Yes sir!" They saluted in unison and dragged Damon away.

"Joyce! You won't get away with this! How could you do this to me–"

One of the guards punched Damon in the gut to shut him up.

Damon sputtered and groaned.

They carried him out of the hotel and dumped him outside. Damon struggled against them and tried to rush back inside, screaming curses at Jack Pierce, but they pushed him back out and gave him some more punches, spitting on him as they left him outside.

Damon groaned and crawled to where his bike was. The guests who had witnessed the whole thing were pointing and laughing their asses off at him.

Damon struggled to stand up, using his bike as support. He coughed up blood and as he stood there, tears rolled down his eyes. The night sky was bleak and dark just the way his life was, he thought to himself.

After resting for a long time, he gathered himself and decided to go back to the Ramsey mansion. Joyce's parents might not like him, but adultery wasn't something that was smiled upon in their world. They would be able to talk some sense into her.

He turned the ignition and painfully drove out of the parking lot. The fact that he had one delivery left and his boss would kill him for using the company's bike for personal business was on the very back burner of his mind. All he could think of was the smirk Joyce had given him in that suite and Jack's mocking laughter as he called him a pathetic delivery boy.

Damon roared with frustration as he sped faster.

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He arrived at the mansion almost like a madman,

"Where's Mum and Dad?" He snapped at a servant passing by in the living room.

The girl's eyes widened and she shook like a leaf, seeing Damon's wild look and blood-stained face,

"Th– the drawing room." She stuttered and ran for her dear life.

Damon turned and hurried in that direction, taking deep breaths to calm himself down.

"Mum, Dad." He greeted, his chest heaving slightly as he arrived in the room.

His in-laws turned around from the magazines they were looking at to look at him with undiluted disgust.

Gianna, his mother-in-law spoke,

"How many times are we going to tell you to stop referring to us as your parents? Do we look like we could be the parents to such a despicable entity as yourself?"

Damon was already used to their insults so it was little to add to what he was already feeling. He clenched his jaw and pushed his anger down.

"I was just at Hotel De Salvatore Mr and Mrs Ramsey. I witnessed with my own eyes as Joyce cheated on me with another man."

Gianna and her husband's expressions morphed into ones of amusement.

Gianna shook her head and chuckled lightly.

"So?" She asked him.