Irresistible Boss Succumbing to Your Touch (Maria Anita) novel Chapter 474

Flavian’s POV

I rushed into the police station and found the detective in the kitchen talking with other officers. I called Bonfim and we went to his office. I explained what had happened and watched his face freeze in shock.

"What a mess, Flavian!" Bonfim shook his head.

"A huge mess, Bonfim." I agreed.

"But it's going to get worse, much worse." I looked at him without understanding. "I talked to Melissa about twenty minutes ago, right after you sent me the message asking where I was."

"She called you?" I asked, already feeling panic rising inside me.

"No, I called her. I needed advice about a situation with my wife." Bonfim rubbed his eyes.

"And then? What did you talk about?" I asked, feeling my desperation growing.

"Well, she asked if you were on duty and I said no. Which means she knows you lied, and by now, your little one definitely knows too." This was a huge problem, and I felt my head spinning.

"Damn it, Bonfim!" I put both hands on my face, already thinking about the bomb that was about to explode. "This is going to be a disaster!"

"Don't blame me, I couldn't have known you were dealing with this mess." I knew he was right; the mistake was mine since I knew he and Melissa talked frequently. "The guys and I had been warning you that this would not end well. Now, imagine the chaos when Manu finds out about all this from someone else. Even worse, imagine if she goes home and finds Sabrina there. Man, then we might as well arrange your funeral!"

"Don't scare me, detective! But I know you're right. I know the mistake was mine, I should have called you. Damn! I should have told Manu a long time ago." I huffed and thought for a moment. "Now everything's ruined. She's going to leave me, Bonfim! She's going to leave me and I won't be able to handle it." Desperation took over me.

"Hey, Flavian! Calm down! Let's handle things carefully. First, we get rid of the woman in your apartment, then you try to explain things to Manu." Bonfim was absolutely right.

"True! Come with me, help me get Sabrina out of there, and then I'll think about how to explain everything to my little one. She can't find Sabrina in the apartment." I said, already heading toward the door.

"You got yourself tangled up in this lie, Flavian. It won't end well." Bonfim warned me, as he had been doing for a while, and I knew I should have listened to him sooner.

"I don't even know what to do anymore, Bonfim. But I know I have to get that tramp out of my house. And fast!" I said, feeling the desperation growing.

"Are you sharing women now, Flavian?" How audacious of this woman! I wanted to jump at her throat, but Bonfim discreetly held me back and stepped in front of me, positioning himself between us.

"Flavian, that day I actually thought she was decent! But I see I was wrong." Bonfim spoke to me and then turned to Sabrina. "No, dear, we do not share women, but even if we did, you are not my type and certainly not the Flavian 's type anymore." Bonfim looked at her with disdain. "You know how it is, nothing personal, but we do not like sluts." I wanted to laugh. I had seen Bonfim embody the role of a detective who runs over anyone who bothers him with arrogance and rudeness, but this time it would be quite entertaining, so I decided to let him handle the situation.

"Who do you think you are, you piece of shit?" Sabrina stooped low. She was a natural troublemaker, loud and foul-mouthed, even though she had been raised in a good family and attended the best schools. It was just her personality, which she tried to hide behind an elegant woman facade, but she would lose her composure very easily.

"My God, Flavian, what a vulgar woman! Look, I have seen more decent prostitutes at the police station." Bonfim lamented and calmly spoke to Sabrina again. "Come on, slut, get dressed and let's talk in the living room. Or if you prefer, there's a patrol car waiting downstairs, and we can resolve this matter at the station."

"Do not talk to me like that." Sabrina raised her voice. But a louder voice was heard behind me.

"Well, look at that, another slut who thinks she can touch what belongs to others!" Melissa appeared at the bedroom door, and I closed my eyes feeling my soul leave my body. Things were about to heat up. "Why is this slut still in lingerie in your room, Flavian?"

I simply could not answer, as if I had gone mute. Reluctantly, I opened my eyes and saw Manu next to Melissa, looking at the scene with contempt. Behind them were all our friends.