Love from My Dominant Boss

It was obvious from Natalie’s expression, that she did not believe my words.

“Anna, we’re best friends. I don’t wish for you to hide anything from me,” she said solemnly.

In the face of her genuine concern, I felt tempted to tell her everything that happened between Michael and me but ultimately decided not to. She would only chastise me for the shameful things I had done. “Natalie, you’re thinking too much into this. There’s really nothing going on between us. As you said, we’re best friends. Why would I lie to you?”

Contrary to my calm facade, my insides were panicking like wildfire. I tried my best to stay composed under her watchful gaze so as not to give myself away.

After a long while, she sighed resignedly. “I won’t force you to tell me if you don’t want to. I only have one piece of advice for you—know your boundaries. If you’re serious about Yuval, then don’t get too close to Michael anymore.”

From her advice, I could tell she had more or less figured out my relationship with him. “Thanks, Natalie. I appreciate it.”

That night, as I lay on my bed, my mind kept replaying what Michael did to me during the day. Why did he pull me away from Yuval? Was he jealous or simply possessive? Thinking about it only made me more frustrated.

I shook my head resolutely. I needed to stop thinking too much into his behavior. I already decided, the most important thing now was to settle down with someone compatible. Besides, there was clearly no future between Michael and me. Very soon after, I fell asleep.

calls from him. There were even a few instances where I was tempted to call him. During those times, I had to

him as a potential marriage candidate. Truth be told, I was more concerned with the hassle of finding another decent man rather than not being able

up my phone, hesitating whether to give him a call. The last time I met him, he had suggested that we tried dating. Some time had passed since then, and there was still no news from him.

few deep breathes and mustered the courage to call him. On the other end

you free to meet up

an hour as I waited for his response. “Sure. I’ll meet you at

that he had lost interest in me. Hearing how quickly he agreed

to the agreed location. By the time I arrived, Yuval was already waiting inside. Perhaps due to the nature of his job, including our past three meet-ups, he wore

him and ordered coffee for both of us. He had a faint

Something cropped up.” My voice got softer as

can I call you Anna instead? Since we’re dating now, Ms. Garcia sounds a bit too formal.”

this way too.” Frankly, I was not entirely on board with the idea of getting too intimate with

have a question

I nodded. “Go ahead.”