Elise was still standing there, gaping at me.

“I don’t know how to make this any fucking clearer. I don’t want you and your fucking desperate attempts to… what? Get on my dick? Do you think your vagina will be so fucking magical that I’ll wife you up?” She was beautiful. She’d probably wielded that beauty like a weapon her whole life. “Leave.”

Her face flushed. “Fuck you, Devan Mayson.”

“Not in your wildest damn dreams,” I growled.

“I’m going to sue the shit out of you for wrongful dismissal. I’m going to tell everyone you seduced me and then fired me. Who wouldn’t believe me now, you fucking pervert? Is that why you don’t want me? Can’t get it up without your buddies watching?”

My face remained motionless, not giving her any of the reaction she so desperately wanted. “Go ahead. This room has a security camera. You signed an NDA. I’ll ensure you have to move countries to work in finance again.” I gave her a cruel smirk. “At this point, destroying a conniving cunt like you might actually get me hard. Well done. Now get the fuck out of my building.”

She turned and strode out of my office, screeching threats, and I slumped back in my chair. Fuck, when did this get so tedious?

Jeff appeared, and didn't even say a word. He tilted his head toward Elise, who sounded like she was trashing the place. I wouldn’t have put it past Jeff to have been watching the whole thing on the security feed.

Standing, I quickly sent a copy of the footage to my lawyers for safekeeping, and then headed to the elevator. I wanted out of here.

A call came through my car stereo speakers on the way home. The private investigator I’d put on the task of finding who the fuck wrote those articles and who was basically stalking us for a story. I’d also put her on watching Nova, to make sure she was okay. Safe.

“What have you found?” I said without niceties. I wasn’t paying her for niceties.

“Well, good evening to you too, Mr. Mayson,” Daria sniped back. Her voice was sickly saccharine, but I had no doubt Daria would cut off my balls rather than try to seduce me. She was from the old days, before we were billionaires and professional sports people. Before Rigby.

River and I had met her at a bar, when I was trying to pick up the same girl as her. Fair to say, the girl rejected us both, but she’d become a useful contact over the years. She had a nice boyfriend now, but she still argued she could fuck my girlfriends if she wanted.

Luckily, I’d never had girlfriends to test the theory until now.

“Sorry, Daria. It’s been a trying day.”