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"Oh, no! oh no! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to murder you so many times, Carrie!" Ella yanks her phone out of her back pocket and quickly starts swiping her screen. She types something in and she looks horrified at whatever it is.
Her hand goes to her mouth and even through that buffer I hear the high pitched long squeal that comes up from her throat.
"Ella, tell me what's going on." This not knowing shit is starting to piss me off. It's not what I called them here for but whatever it is I want to get to the bottom of it.
"No, you're going to be mad. I'm sorry! I didn't mean it. I didn't know it would be anything more but something for me! I promise, I'm sorry!" She says in a panic. I'm starting to think the worst. What could she have possibly done that she's panicking this much.
"It's not her fault! It's my fault. I thought it would stay small, it wasn't supposed to get this much attention." Carrie steps in front of Ella but Ella quickly pushes her to the side.
"I don't know what either of you are talking about, but someone better fucking tell me now!" I shout and the both of them jump but neither say a word. "Ella didn't you say we had to trust each other? How am I supposed to do that when you're actively hiding something possibly bad away from me. Just tell me," I do my best to calm myself down. I'm sure whatever it is we can get through it. If my mother and father can work through years of problems I know Ella and I can get through whatever this is.
"Okay, I just need you to try to understand that I was really upset and feeling a little bit like you betrayed me. I wanted you to feel bad too but I didn't want to do anything physically to you. Carrie suggested that I get out all the bad stuff I was feeling like in a journal. I thought it was a good idea so I did it. Except it wasn't on paper, it's like a blog. We thought we’d create a community for people to come and talk about how bad they’re boytoys had done them but I thought we were only joking. And now people have started coming to the blog and commenting and ... I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!"
Fuck, holy fuck. I didn't think I'd have to be dealing with another leaked story. It's fine, I can deal with it.
"Did you post pictures? Audio? Anything like that?" Greg asks, already going into salvation mode.
"No, nothing like that. It's pretty much me just calling you a bunch of names." Ella scrunches up her face.
"What's the name of it?" I ask.
"Bad Billionaire Bachelors." Carrie answers solemnly.
I turn up my nose at such a childish name but Greg is already on the computer typing it in. The screen pops up to show a crude blog, nothing extravagant, just a post with my name on it and about three pages worth of man bashing that actually is mostly flattering. She blamed me for fucking her so good her body would never be able to recover. There were some complaints in there like I'm hot headed and arrogant, all of that I knew already. It's the comments that made this blog blow up.
Other women and some men were actually commenting on her story. Giving her ways to tame me. Or telling her how to get me to tame her. Some of them posted their own pictures of me that they must have gotten from various gossip rags. Some asked if I had any special kinks? All in all it was absolutely hilarious.
Greg is the first one to start laughing but I quickly join him. "Oh Ella, okay, I guess I deserved this."
Both Carrie and Ella crumble slightly when they see that I’m not upset.
"Oh look! Someone has made a new post. Did you know you left this as public?" Greg asks before he clicks to the next page and I see something similar to the post Ella put up of me but this one is of some doctor near San Antonio, Texas.
"What? What do you mean?" Ella and Carrie both come over to the computer and we look over the next post. This one is about some construction company owner. There are pages and pages of these so-called bad billionaire bachelors.
"Seems like I made quite the impression." I pull Ella into my lap and kiss her hard.
"Oh come on! I'm right here. If you're going to do it, at least grab her ass." Carrie complains from the side of me.
I toss my head back quickly to laugh before I come back to Ella's sweet lips for another kiss. This time I take Carrie's suggestion and palm Ella's curvy ass which causes her to moan. The mood is quickly turning from hysterical cute into fucking desperate.
"Get out." I snap at Greg and Carrie.
"What? What about the press." Greg asks.
"Fuck them, they can wait. Get out." I order again and pull Ella tighter onto my lap. She is oblivious to the people around us as she grinds down on me. I hiss in need as I hear the door to my close and I take my woman on my desk.
She's perfect just like she always is.
* * *
The small press interview that I had set up started nearly half an hour late and that's only because Greg and my assistant had been calling me literally every thirty seconds.
All of us head down and the plethora of questions that come at me should be enough to overwhelm me but I'm not fazed in the least. In fact I'm glad to answer whatever tasteful question that I can in hopes that they will ask me the one question everyone has always asked me.
"Mr. Snow, now that all of this has come out about your family and your company, what do you plan to do next?"
I smile and look over to Ella who is standing next to Carrie and Ian. My mother and father are on the other side of me along with Greg.
