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.

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

candidate. Truth be told, I was more

him, he had suggested that we tried dating. Some time had passed since then, and there was still no news from him. Was it because of what happened

spiraled, my heart beat with great trepidation. I took a few deep breathes and mustered the courage to call him. On the other end

free to meet up

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

I had assumed from his lack of communication, that he had lost

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 different sets of suits.

seat opposite him and ordered coffee for both

other day. Something cropped up.” My voice got softer as I recalled how

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

with the idea of getting too intimate

a question to

I nodded. “Go ahead.”