Ashton’s POV
I move through the sea of cameras and microphones, growling under my breath with each new face that appears around my hood.
‘Ashton! How do you feel about the allegations against you?’ ‘Ashton, have you been suspended?’ ‘How is your daughter coping with what is happening?’
The last question ignites a wildfire inside of me. I slam my palm down on the horn a second time, the blare echoing down the street. How dare they mention my daughter! How dare they drag her into this! She’s five years old!
I keep rolling forward, lowering the driver’s window an inch.
‘Get out of the way! Move before I call the cops,’ I yell, putting up the window again as microphones are shoved aggressively against the glass.
I crawl down the street to my driveway, swinging the SUV onto the concrete a
