Love from My Dominant Boss

Resting motionlessly on top of my body, he was huffing and puffing, and his chest heaved.

Judging from his usual demeanor, I couldn’t tell that he was a man who would be so aggressive in bed.

I wonder how many women he had been with that he had acquired such impressive skills in bed.

The man panted heavily for a long time before moving away from me.

“Michael, can you make the sessions shorter next time? If this goes on, both you and I are going to be exhausted.”

Turning my head to the man lying next to me, I saw a glint of displeasure in his eyes.

Michael’s so wild every time. He never cares about others’ feelings!

At that moment, I couldn’t feel my legs, as though they were broken and no longer attached to my body.

“If I last only for one minute in bed, will you be happy with it?”

Immediately, I corrected him; what I meant was that he went on too long. All men loved it when their women commented on this, and Michael was no exception.

As soon as those words left my mouth, he turned to look at me with a devilish grin. His dark eyes gleamed with pride.

Nevertheless, his words rendered me speechless. If he lasts only for a minute, that’ll be too short… Did I ask him to finish it within a minute? I only asked him to shorten the time – maybe for about half an hour will do.

would say these thoughts

it out loud, he would probably despise me inwardly. After all, men loved ladylike and well-bred women. Despite the fact that I was nowhere near ladylike, I believed it was better to be reserved

I drifted off into a deep

was nowhere to be seen when I woke up. Despite having spent the night with him many

I put on my

wolfed down a poached egg and two slices of bread before leaving for work in a hurry. Because of the strenuous night, I woke up later than usual. It would be

the office and sat at my desk, a delivery man asked, “Excuse me. May I know

“That’s me!”

I jumped to my feet and waved at the

marched toward me, and I was nonplussed at the sight of a gigantic bouquet of red roses in his hands. Who

over the bouquet

I felt a pang of disappointment when I found out

asked inquisitively, “Anna, who gave you such a huge bunch of flowers? Is

“Yeah, I guess so.”

answer her question. Up till now, I was still clueless about how to handle my

one I chose all the other men, whom I could not bear to spare

my Mr. Right, I refused to give up on him just yet. My parents were constantly urging me to get married. They were going to be

is he to send you so many

was written all

and took our relationship seriously,

was an outstanding man, but there was just no chemistry

feelings and affection were not important, as long as he was the right person

your boyfriend’s

silent, Millie came to my side and

glance at her. Just as I was about to speak, my gaze

standing right behind her.

his frigid expression, my heart skipped a beat, and a sense of foreboding welled up in my