“Olivier, fairly sure I’m the one who planned the whole damn thing. I’m going on vacation where I won’t access the internet and read another story where I’m a gold-digging w***e who has been blackmailing you over your secret lovechildren.”
“Stay off the internet,” he reprimanded sharply.
“Curiosity got the better of me. I was ugly crying when running with you to the car to take her to the hospital. It wasn’t a good look.” She grimaced distastefully.
He chuckled, “you avoided looking me up on the internet for nine years. I’m going to ask you refrain from doing it now as well. The stories are going to be more absurd and insulting.”
“Wait until Bernard releases the NDA,” she whispered suddenly angry.
“Hey,” he glared up at her, tapping her bottom with an open palm. “I don’t want to hear
