Taming A Billionaire

Nik's POV

With a mere tilt of my head, I dismissed Pablo and headed to my car with furious strides , phone placed on the right side of my ear as I barked orders.

"I want every post - every single one of it deleted ! Bring down the news from every website, blogs and news articles! ...what?! Then sue any portal platform that refuses to comply with my orders!.. I don't care, just do it! I don't pay you dummies every month just to give me this nonsense! If you can't handle this, then prepare to submit your resignations!!! "

I boomed and ended the call, teeth gritting and hands shaking. After drilling my company's public relations director who would probably be replaced every soon, I called Judy.

My father just stepped on my toes , he openly declared war and I am going to give it to him.

HEADLINE : SPENCER GROUP CEO AND LEGENDARY PLAYBOY , NIKLAUS SPENCER, FINALLY ENGAGED TO HIS LONGTIME GIRLFRIEND AND DEBRA GROUP HEIRESS , CHRISTINA DEBRA

I felt like someone poured ice cold water on me but it didn't seem to calm the volcano boiling inside me and on the verge of erupting.

I didn't have to guess who could have done this - my father as expected. Christina wouldn't, she doesn't have the guts especially now we have a fall-out with each other,neither would Eden, he wouldn't show his trump card this early and easily.

Only my father would have the balls to do such a thing, moreover, he never wanted Maya as a daughter-in-law from the very beginning. So the spies he placed around me must have tipped him off that I intend getting married to her and this? his own form of retaliating.

White-hot anger ripples through my body whenever I remember this is all done by someone close to me. I wasn't stupid, I knew even if public relations do manage to delete the post, there was a fifty percent chance the news must have reached Maya's ears.

I couldn't bear to call Maya at the moment, what would she think ? No , I had to clean up all this mess before hearing her opinion. What if I call her and she doesn't even listen, thinking this is one of my little shenanigans?!

My heart sank just thinking about it? but what if she believes you without complaining? Nah, that's absolutely impossible, she probably doesn't have that much trust in me yet.

I wouldn't even believe myself if I was in her shoes, imagine a chronic casanova trying to deny claims of having a secret engagement ? who would believe that.

So I had to clean up this whole mess before returning home to her - that is if she is still home and hasn't left already.

Thankfully Judy picked right on time, I said icily " Send me the Old Man's location "

But Judy sighed "Already did but he's off the radar "

After a short shocked silence, I leaned back in my seat and released a long, malignant , mirthless and hysterical laughter that made my body shake with the effort. The laughter reverberated through the car sending shivers down the spine of my driver .

Suddenly as if following a script , my face darkened and all traces of warmth left my countenance, instead replaced by a cold, emotionless smirk.

I scoffed , what was I expecting anyway? Unless the Old Man wanted to be found, there was no way on earth I could locate him once he goes into hiding.

Well, I couldn't exactly blame him, he knows my violent tendencies when pushed to the wall, after all he made me that way.

He must be waiting for me to calm down . How funny, he knows me to the core. I am the most unreasonable when furious and can only make a discerning judgement when calm. He must have thought of everything when pulling this off.

Unfortunately, I wanted a heart- to- heart talk with my dear father and ** If the mountain will not come to Mohammed, Mohammed will go to the mountain.

"Organize a press conference, it's time to make something clear " I said to Judy who hadn't dared to end the call.

"Alright " He answered and the call ended.

"Drive" I glanced up coldly at the driver who didn't hesitate at all in obeying my orders.

I tapped my finger rhythmically on my nose, thinking on my next course of action. There was no way, the Old Man could have have done this without an external force, it was well thought and planned.

Hmm, Christina. The both of them must be in cahoots. Tina probably the writer and the Old man, the executor. I chuckled, what a perfect combination.

The ride to my office was agonizing slow and frustrating , though the driver was almost over the speed limit . I just wanted nothing than to get this over with.

The company's meeting hall was used as the avenue for the press conference and after a change of clothes , I strode confidently towards the halls followed by a troop of the company's top level executives, shareholders , and public relations officers - both invited and uninvited, all in the view of supporting their president in whatever decision he's about to carry out - a clear bootlicking tactic I wouldn't bother myself with at the moment.

Our stoic and cold look made everything look like a military invasion while idle workers in the hallway scampered for safety. Nobody wanted to experience the CEO's transfer of aggression.

As soon as I walked into the hall, camera shutters and flashes went off like fireworks while a great murmuring and chattering aroused.

There was no smiling for cameras or posing for pictures and stepped up to the podium.I tapped the mic to ensure it was functioning while camera flashes lit up my expressionless face framed by dark glasses.

I faced the expectant journalist, reporters and of course paparazzi ready for whatever juicy news I had in store for them.

" Welcome " My voice rang through the hall and I began my official statement without wasting time

"I called this conference to refute any rumours allegedly claiming that I, Niklaus Spencer, CEO of Spencer Group is engaged to Miss Christina Debra , Heiress of Debra Group . I hereby declare such rumours false and invalid and wouldn't hesitate to press legal charges on anyone who spreads such rumors. Thank you "

I addressed the crowd, bowed and climbed down the stage, instantly becoming the target of the reporters who bombarded me with questions I obviously didn't bother to answer.

The securities held them back while I sauntered back to my office with immediate effect, I had already done what I wanted.

My office telephone incessantly rang but I ignored it and plopped down on my couch, exhausted. I let out a tired sigh and loosened the tie that was literally choking me, tossing it to God knows where.

Rubbing my temple, my thoughts wandered off to Maya, has she left as usual or quietly waiting for me this time? I mused. Hopefully she has seen the press conference. Yeah , hopefully.

Fine, I decided to call her but just as I picked my phone, it rang and an all too familiar ID flashed across the screen.

Speak of the Devil

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** If the mountain will not come to Mohammed, Mohammed will go to the mountain : If things aren't going your way, you'll have to adjust to the way they are.