After Marrying My Boss

I hailed a cab and went back to my apartment. A familiar-looking car came into my view before I even got home, and Michael was standing right beside it.

Michael's unannounced visit only made me frown. Too much had happened that night, and he left in a fit of anger at the restaurant. Hence, I was sure he didn't drop by to be nice.

I didn't want to deal with Michael, so I stood in the same spot instead of moving forward. My mood was getting worse by the second.

When he saw me there, he frowned as well. He fumed a moment later and marched toward me. His anger definitely made me panic a little.

I took a deep breath and did my best to make myself seem calm. Everything that happened was his fault, so there was no need for me to feel guilty.

Michael made his way to me and loomed over me. His eyes glowed with rage, and he demanded, “Why are you home so late? Were you with Nicholas?”

He spoke as though he was interrogating me, and I hated that tone.

I glared back at him and spat my words icily, “Is that any of your business?”

He didn't have the right to question me about who I have been hanging out with. This guy keeps making demands in the worst tone, and that's what makes him so insufferable.

“Anna Garcia, you'd better stop messing with me. My patience has its limits!”

My initial plan was to circle around him and leave, but he swirled around and blocked my path again at the next second. I glared over and made sure he could see the anger burning within me when he looked into my eyes.

“Michael, I am not the one messing with you. You're the one who keeps showing up and making things difficult for me. Will you stop already? Who I spend my time with has nothing to do with you, and you don't get to interrogate me about it. Get that through your thick skull already.”

I tilted my head up and glared angrily at him. What is with this guy? How many times do I need to repeat myself? Why must he keep badgering me?

“Nothing to do with me? You're mine, and you want to get together with another man! How can you say that it has nothing to do with me?”

Michael put his hands on my shoulders and looked into my eyes. His grip was strong, so I made sure to glare at him in the evilest way possible.

“What the hell do you want? What do I have to do to get you out of my sight?”

I looked into Michael's eyes, my heart burning with rage. What will it take to get this guy to leave me alone? It took me so much to bring myself to cut all ties with him, and he kept showing up as though it were his mission to ruin my efforts. What the hell does he want from me?

I was frustrated, but a part of me was also glad. Perhaps I knew that my heart would be filled with sorrow if we ever became strangers.

“Where is your ring? Didn't you accept Nicholas' proposal? So, where is the ring?”

At that moment, his gaze was locked on my finger, and the fury in his eyes dissipated a little. His tone was a little more excited as well.

“I didn't want to lose it, so I kept it away.”

I instinctively covered my finger with my other hand, despite knowing it was too late to hide anything. Truth was, I had taken the ring off and returned it to Nicholas when I was at his place. I didn't expect Michael to notice something so minor.

“Kept it away? That's an engagement ring, so why would you keep it away just like that?”

Michael didn't buy a word I said, and his eyes shone with suspicion when he looked at me. The silver lining was that his suspicion seemed to have made him feel much better.

“I...”

His interrogation made me feel guilty, and I found it difficult to look into his eyes.

“Anna, you don't love Nicholas at all, do you? I am still the man you love, right?”

Michael got closer to me when he saw how I was keeping quiet. His eyes glowed with a hint of anticipation as he did so.

His gaze made me uncomfortable, so I turned to the side to ignore him. To be honest, I didn't know how to answer his question.

“Answer me, Anna Garcia!”

Michael raised his voice a little when I kept my mouth shut. He was also getting more and more agitated.

“What kind of answer do you expect from me? I've already told you I will never be with you, but you refuse to believe me, so why are you asking me this now? Will you only believe me if I give you an affirmative answer? Is that it?”

I turned to him and looked into his eyes before I said those words firmly.

With his gaze still locked onto mine, he fell silent, but I could tell he was angry.

“Move aside. I'm tired, and I want to rest now.”

I pushed Michael aside and walked up the stairs. At that moment, I didn't want to see him. He always made me upset whenever he showed up, and I was so done with that.

I unlock the door and was ready to get inside, but his huge palm pressed against the door. He wouldn't let go regardless of how much I pulled.

I glared over and spat icily, “Go away!”

He didn't care about what I said at all. He opened the door with a slight pull and circled around me to walk into my place.

I could only gawp at him. Michael strode into my living room as though he owned the place, and I could feel my anger building up. He's acting like a complete madman! Is he still the Michael I used to know?

“Michael, I'm really tired, and I want to sleep. Can we just talk some other day? I'm exhausted and am in no mood to deal with you now.”