Eric's POV
I watched my nephew storm out of my villa, after making quite a lot of indecipherable threats he of all people knew he could do nothing about. My stoic expression did not crack as I stared at his retreating figure, while my head reeled with so much information that it worsened my migraine.
"What the hell!" I cursed, kicking the side stool and sending the glass toppling to the floor and crashing into a million shards.
"Get me my phone!" I instructed in an eerily calm voice that it sent some of my men scrambling about, determined to do my bidding. They knew how I could get when upset and I was certain none of them would want to be on the receiving end of my rage.
My phone was in my hand in mere seconds, and I opened Instagram immediately, blowing out a steam of breath when I saw the number of notifications I had already.
Wasn't it crazy how the post was on the top of my feed, even though I'd never met or interacted with her until last night?
"Lyra Flynn," I murmured to myself as I took in her username. "TheLadyBird."
She sure wouldn't be one the minute I caught her, because I had no plans of letting this go. She had to be some sort of spy, or maybe she was working for one of my competitors, because how could she dare to have done something like this?
Staring right back at me was my picture, with my eyes closed. And the fucker was right beside me, her hand stretched out in a selfie. She bloody knew what she was doing and it made me so pissed.
"Logan!" I called, pressing my fingers against my temple. "How did this happen?
Logan managed all my socials, so he should have seen this the minute it dropped. The picture already had over 7 million likes and so many comments and re-shares that it gave me a headache.
"Mr. Vaughn, I…I had no idea it was happening because we were all trying to get ready for…"
"The wedding," I said in a plain tone. Of course, that was all everyone had been concerned about for the past few weeks.
I turned to face my men. "Get me everything you can on this slut called Lyrah Flynn. I don't care how you do it, but ensure you come back to me with something. And when you do, find her and bring her the fuck to me. You have one hour."
They all rushed out in a frenzy, while I stalked up the stairs, wondering how my life had turned into a bloody soap opera.
***
"It must have been such a rude shock," Liam muttered as he stroked his grey beard, seemingly his favorite part of his body. But there was amusement in his tone as he tried hard to swallow his laughter.
If the situation had been different, maybe I would have laughed about it too.
"Liam…"
"But I can't believe it!" My best friend finally gave him, his shoulders bobbing as he burst out in fits of chuckles. "You freaking had sex with your nephew's fiancée!"
"I had no idea who she was," I sighed. "And it was supposed to be a one-night stand."
"You see, my friend, that is the problem right there." We were in Liam's company, and this was supposed to be a breakfast meeting while watching the traffic go by from his floor-length window, but somehow, it had turned into one that had me at the center.
"You never do one-night stands. How did this happen?"
"Don't ask me that, Liam," I answered lazily, reaching out for the cup of coffee we were having. "I just need to find her and put her in her place."
"Your men?"
I shook my head. "She must have disappeared right after she snuck out of the villa because she is nowhere to be found. Even her socials have been deactivated not to mention the fact that Ethan is livid."
"You can handle that."
"Yeah," I murmured. "He's just a child. He is going to find another woman, but my image and reputation have been threatened by this fiancée of his, and I am not going to let it go."
"But it might be a good thing, you know?" Liam shrugged, pulling one of his expensive jokes. "At least, now, people are going to stop asking dumb questions like if you and Sophia Blackwood are ever going to get back together."
I cast my best friend a dark look.
"Okay! Okay!" He raised his hands in the air in mock surrender and focused on his damn breakfast. But as he moved his hand, my eyes suddenly caught a particularly familiar name on the screen of his computer.
"Liam…"
He followed the direction of my gaze. "Oh! These are just applications for the position of marketing manager in the company. I told you Mrs. Cohen moved out of the country, right?"
"I don't bloody care about Mrs. Cohen, Liam. I am more interested in this Lyra Flynn. What is her name doing on here?"
"Do you know her?"
I didn't answer immediately, but I didn't need to at all because Liam understood. "Oh, Shit!" He muttered. "Oh my God! This is your one-night stander, right?"
"Liam, why do you have your teeth on display?"
"Sorry," he gushed, then shook his head. "I just can't believe she's been on my table for over a month. Miss Flynn was one of the applicants but she only has experience being a social worker. I can't employ her here."
"Send her file to my company."
"What?"
"Now, Liam."
As he clacked his keyboard, I retrieved my phone, hit on one of my speed dials, and placed it against my ear.
"Mr. Vaughn?" The voice on the other end said.
"Liam will be sending over a file now of a young woman named Lyra Flynn. Send her an invitation for an interview at the company."
"For what position, Sir?"
"My personal assistant."