Love from My Dominant Boss

I called out to stop the taxi driver, but he paid me no mind. Flooring the gas pedal, he sped off in a flash.

Seeing the taxi speeding away, I furiously whirled around and glowered at Justin. Argh! I’d finally gotten a taxi at this hour, yet it left because of him! Is he trying to make me walk home in the middle of the night?

“What the hell is your problem, Justin Xenakis? Why did you stop me from getting into the taxi?” I demanded in a near shout.

I glared at him, my gaze blazing with fire.

“I’ll drive you home, Anna. We can talk during the drive.”

Surprisingly, Justin wasn’t pissed off by my outburst. He reached out and took my hand, his gaze tender as he looked at me.

“No, thanks. I don’t need you to drive me home, I would much rather walk. Besides, I’ve already made it clear that there’s nothing to be said between us!” I bellowed, still enraged that he stopped me from getting into the taxi earlier.

“When did you become so stubborn, Anna? You used to be very gentle in the past.”

As my attitude became progressively worse, Justin frowned slightly as he regarded me, his voice colored with a hint of displeasure.

“As you said, it was in the past. Besides, I’m only gentle with my man. You’re no longer that anymore, so why should I still be gentle with you? What right do you have to demand that?” I blurted in a single breath.

At that moment, I found him truly ridiculous. What a f*cking joke! What right does he have to demand gentleness from me when we already broke up?

the look in his eyes turned increasingly irate. In truth, I could clearly sense that

feel better saying all those things. We’ll

at this time? We have nothing to do with each other anymore! I’ve set him free to

don’t hate you, nor do I have anything to say to

to have further contact with him, I made to leave by circumventing him. However, he seemed determined

can’t you talk to me nicely? We were once lovers, after all. Are you planning to talk to me in such an indifferent

cold and hostile no matter how nicely he talked to me. In the past, I was always the one who compromised in everything. Now, however, he was no longer my boyfriend or fiancé, so there was

please don’t appear

deeply. By then, I was already on the verge

clearly saw the change in his expression. His face darkened considerably. After all, any man would likely be fuming at my attitude, much less Justin,

“Anna…”

out my cell phone, I saw that it was a call from Michael. At once, shock engulfed me. Huh? Why

I was actually reluctant to pick up the call, but the moment I glimpsed Justin staring

“Hello.”

so his gaze was now stained with fury. Meanwhile,

voice different? Are

low and alluring voice drifted out of the phone, but his

was clearly trying to use a sweet voice to talk to him, but he actually thought that I was having a sore throat? Don’t men love coquettish voices? Yet, he asked me such an idiotic question! Seems like his brain is indeed wired differently

a bit of a sore throat just now. So, what’s

throat before speaking in my