Marked By The Devil
"My devilish sir...I delivered the rose."
The devil comically watched as the man who was once that man's secretary now turned to his personal lackey, stood in front of him with a woman's handprint on his cheek. Dahlia, one his most recent beauties entrapped inside his web of women, must have really used all of her strength. If one looked closely, you could clearly see nail marks.
Yikes.
This was why Leo never bothered to confront his women when cutting things off anymore. It was too troublesome. In one way or another, they always managed to inflict some type of bodily harm in response to his decision to terminate things as if things weren't already merely sexual transactions in the first place.
He patted his new lackey on the shoulder, "A job well done. Do make sure to send her jewelry or some kind of gifts, hmm?...What is it? Why are you just standing there? Run along. Shoo."
Leo comically swatted him away like an annoying fly buzzing around.