Irresistible Boss Succumbing to Your Touch (Maria Anita) novel Chapter 461

Flavian’s POV

I was almost certain that my father had convinced Sabrina to come back and make my life hell, but I needed to confirm it. I needed to get to the bottom of this and find out what he was offering her. Obviously, both he and she knew I would never get back together with her, so why insist on this marriage business? Even if it took time, I would eventually get divorced again. But why were they pushing this so hard?

"Sabrina, Bonfim himself told you I didn't know the patrol car was infested," I tried to reason with her, seeing how furious she was about the lice incident.

"You could have used your own car, Flavian," she snapped.

"I couldn't. It had two flat tires, and I was waiting for the tire repair guy to fix them at the station," I said the first thing that came to mind.

"Anyway, Flavian, I've changed my mind and I'm here now. Kick that nymphet out because I want to move into our apartment right away," she spoke so naturally that anyone would believe the apartment was hers.

"That's not going to happen. But I already told you, if you go near her, your father will get a visit from the police shutting down his company," I threatened, even knowing it wasn't that simple.

"Leave my father out of this, Flavian," Sabrina went pale.

"Then leave Manu out of it," I said calmly. "Tell me, Sabrina, honestly, what made you change your mind? Because I'm sure it wasn't about the hair - after all, you'd certainly prefer to stay hidden until it grew back."

"I just changed my mind, that's all. Tomorrow I'll be at our building's door with my bags, so if you don't want me to confront that nymphet, kick her out," Sabrina demanded again.

"I already said that's not happening!" I stated, losing my patience.

"So what's it going to be, Flavian? Because I'm going to make a scene at your building's entrance," Sabrina warned me, and I had an idea. It would be the best thing to do. I took out my phone and took a picture of her.

"Listen up, Sabrina. From now on, there will be a police car stationed at my building's entrance 24/7, and their only job will be to prevent you from getting anywhere near my girlfriend or causing a scene. If you come near my building, they will arrest you and take you to the station in their patrol car. Then, you know, you might risk getting lice again and having to shave off what little hair you have left." I threatened, knowing this would keep her at bay, at least for now.

"Flavian!" She looked at me in shock. "You wouldn't do that."

"I just did. I've already sent the information to my team, and they will follow my orders." I put my phone in my pants pocket.

"And are you going to keep your little nymphet locked up at home? Because sooner or later, she'll have to go out." Sabrina challenged me.

"Oh, yes. Rest assured, there will always be a patrol car nearby, and you won't be able to get close to her. So, only try if you want to risk those few strands left on your head." I spoke calmly, watching the look of horror on Sabrina's face.

"Flavian, sooner or later, we'll have to resolve this." Sabrina was looking for a way out.

"And we will. You can be sure of that. But it will be on my terms. And now, you're going to be honest with me and tell me exactly why you decided not to keep our agreement." I was in control of the situation now, which made me calmer.

"You're crazy!" Sabrina huffed. "I already told you, because of you, I had to cut my hair, and I won't let you get away with it."

"My fault? Oh, come on, Sabrina! You cut it because you wanted to. Why didn't you wash it, use some lice treatment, or something like that? You didn't need to cut your hair." I was tired of her tantrum.

"Because I want to and I can! And tomorrow, before the day is over, I'll have your little Lolita running away, and your beloved police won't be able to stop me. Want to bet?" She thought she was in control of the situation, but I wouldn't let it stay that way.

"It's not a good idea to get between my father and me. You might end up really hurt. And I already told you, stay away from her. The lice will be nothing compared to what might hit you in this war." As I said this, I scratched my head, knowing how suggestible Sabrina was. And she scratched her own head, mirroring my gesture.

"Why are you scratching your head?" she asked in alarm.

"Because I was in that patrol car too. Maybe I have lice, and if so, my car and apartment are probably infested too..." I scratched the top of my head again.

"Get out of here, Flavian! Get out! Go shave your head and don't come back until there's not even the slightest chance of lice on you! And get your house and car disinfected quickly." Sabrina was almost crying.

"That might take time, Sabrina. From what I know, I'll need to see a doctor, take medication, and stay in quarantine to avoid spreading the contamination. Mine might be more severe than yours, you know, since I spent more time in the patrol car than you did." This was where I bought myself some time.

"How long in quarantine?" She was already standing behind the armchair where she had been sitting, distancing herself from me.

"I think quarantine means forty days," I replied and scratched again.

"Go away, Flavian. I'll call you. Now get away from me." She practically begged and ran toward the elevator.

"Alright, since you insist," I replied, satisfied, to myself, since she couldn't hear me anymore as she was already entering the elevator while scratching her head.