My Fabulous Girl Boss

Chapter 8

The sound of water running came from the bathroom. Kayson raised a brow. The girl was taking a shower—that was why she did not hear him knocking on the door. He took a seat on the floor without touching the heiress’ belongings. About ten minutes later, Sadie came out of the bathroom with a towel that only reached her mid-thighs. Her legs were long and fair. She had just taken a shower, and they looked soft and delicate like an art piece. As Kayson shifted his eyes up, he saw a deep line the towel had formed as it wrapped Sadie’s breasts and pushed them together. Above her fair neck, her bright eyes on her gorgeous face were staring at him in a stupor. “Uh…” Kayson was kind of speechless. “I could only come in as Mrs. Wolfenden kept her eyes on me.” “Y-You… You…” Sadie’s mind went blank as she took quite the moment to recover. She repeated “you” for an extended period of time before she could hold herself back from losing her composure and screaming. “Turn around! Jerk!” she roared with tearful eyes. Kayson turned around promptly while Sadie frantically picked up her pajamas to put them on back in the bathroom. When she came out, she looked ice-cold, and her gaze was as if she was going to eat Kayson alive. She barked coldly, “You didn’t see anything just now, and you’re not allowed to bring it up ever! Otherwise, I’ll dig your eyes out!” “Oh… Okay.” Kayson was smart enough not to argue with the rich girl. Sadie was still slightly shaking, her fury still running in her system, but she did not say anything else to Kayson. She pulled a few duvets out of the closet and tossed them on the floor. “Sleep on the floor! We’re also setting up rules! “You can’t come in when I’m not home! You have to ask to come in when I’m home! Our marriage registration is fake, so we stay out of each other’s business once we step out of this mansion!” “No problem,” Kayson agreed readily. Sadie returned to her bed fuming and had her back against Kayson as she pulled her sheets up. She then pulled out her phone to text her best friend, Wanda Wainwright. Sadie typed: [Arghhh, I’m going to die!] Wanda replied: [My fair lady, what’s up?] Sadie relayed what happened just now, and Wanda typed back: [No sh*t! What a jerk!? I’ll get someone to teach him a lesson!] Sadie was still fuming, so she did not reject the offer. [Make sure he can’t leave bed for three days!] Wanda replied: [Leave it to me. I’ll get it done tomorrow!] The best friends continued to chat about how they