Living With My Lady Boss

Shelby’s head was bowed, her tone feeble as she asked, “Wilbur, are you and Miss Faye married?”

“No,” Wilbur said, sitting up.

“What are you two, then?”

“Colleagues.”

After Shelby heard his reply, she sat down next to Wilbur on his bed. She leaned towards him, the front of her dress falling to expose her cleavage and her fair, smooth legs.

“Wilbur, I’m really grateful for you but… I don’t know what I should do. You don’t think I’m a bad person, do you?” Shelby looked at Wilbur.

Wilbur took in the sight of a pitiful–looking Shelby gazing at him. “We can talk in the living room. This isn’t very appropriate.”

Yet just then, Shelby inched even closer. She was practically running against Wilbur’s body as she cooed, Wilbur, I need some comfort. Can you make me feel better?”

It was the middle of the night, and there was a beauty practically throwing herself at Wilbur. Any other man would have found it hard to resist.

Yet just then, Wilbur could sense that something was off.

He got off the bed at once. “Let’s talk outside.”

Shelby saw that, then gritted her teeth before pouncing on Wilbur and hugging him tightly.

Wilbur roared, “What are you doing?” He pushed Shelby away as he spoke.

However, Shelby had a vice grip on Wilbur while she tugged and ripped at his clothes insistently. Wilbur flared up in anger and pushed her away harshly. Shelby fell to the floor, landing hard as she let out a cry of pain.

Just then, Wilbur turned and came to the living room before turning on the lights.

Shelby followed him out quickly as well, but she had ripped most of her pajamas to show a great deal of skin. She screamed and sobbed, rushing out of the house.

Wilbur was confused. He had no idea what had just happened.

Just then, Faye had heard the noise as well. She bumbled down the stairs sleepily, before taking in the sight of Wilbur’s torn pajamas and startling at once. “What just happened?”

“I’m not too sure either, but I don’t think it’s anything good,” Wilbur said.

Faye sat Wilbur down at once, trying to get him to calm down.

Wilbur organized his emotions, before describing what had just happened.

Faye was in shock after listening to him.

Of course, she would trust Wilbur without a doubt. Shelby, on the other hand, was a different story.

Shelby was still a victim when they found her, a helpless girl with no one to rely on. Why did she have to do something like that?

Just as Faye was still contemplating, Wilbur said, “Someone’s trying to get me in trouble. You should prepare yourself.”

“Who’s trying to do that?” Faye said, shocked.

Wilbur shook his head. “I can’t tell for sure. I’ve offended a good number of people recently. This could’ve been planned by any of them.”

“What should I do, then?” Faye asked in a panic.

Wilbur fell silent for a beat, before slowly saying. “I might be taken away by the police in no time, you’ll

need to sort this out for me. The Cape Consortium cannot have anything to do with this.”

Faye was about to say more when the front door of the house was violently banged on.

Wilbur said calmly, “Open it.”

Faye took a deep breath, then got up to open the door, All she could see were Shelby and three policemen standing there.

“Is Wilbur Penn in?” One of the middle–aged policemen asked loudly.

Faye said, “Who are you, and where are you from? What business do you have with Wilbur?”

“My name is Timothy Evans. I’m the head of security here. These two are officers working under me. We’ve received a report of a sexual assault case, and we’re here to investigate it,” the sheriff said. Faye glanced at Wilbur, who said emotionlessly, “Let them in.”

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