Love from My Dominant Boss

Speak of the devil – the man himself was staring at me with his steely eyes.

I dropped my head as fast as I could and locked my neck. Why, oh why, is God playing tricks on me again?

Every time I badmouthed Michael, he would unfailingly appear somewhere close enough to hear it. Just when I thought things were finally getting better between us.

Millie, too, detected his overpowering hostility and went back to work. From what I could see, the ladies in the company seemed to fear Michael more than they liked him.

That was no surprise, though. His scrupulosity when it came to working would scare anyone off. A trivial mistake would cost someone her job.

“If I hear another word of gossip during work, you’d better send yourselves packing!”

He gave us his signature stare before uttering those threatening words.

Even with my head down, I could feel his piercing glare.

Only after I heard the closing of his door did I dare to lift my head again. His despotic aura followed him into his office.

“Oh my god! The way he looked at us was so scary! Anna, did you see those eyes?” Millie asked with her lips trembling.

Let’s not gossip during working

a second chance if the CEO was someone else. Thus, Millie and I were considered lucky. However, I wondered

and kept quiet

as usual. Doing things on my own most of the time did

out at night. But now it was just me, and nothing seemed to interest

already on the couch with his legs crossed in the living room. The top two buttons of his shirt were let loose and as always, his gaze was gnawing at my soul. I quietly

and

and strode towards

are you doing here? I thought I’ve made things clear that

request and wanted

didn’t he understand? What was he trying to do, standing in

did I say I’m going to let you go? Anna, you started it. Do you think it’ll be that easy to ditch me?” he murmured those shameful words into

wish I could give him two tight slaps to vent out my anger! How did men like that even exist? I’d told him everything at

was bubbling in my eyes, yet he

of me letting you go dwindles. Treat me well, and who knows, maybe one day when I’m in a good mood, I’ll set you free?” He paired his threat with a

 Never had I imagined that I’d be entangled in this scruffy affair. This man was like gum that you could never shake off no

was no point arguing with him, I walked to the kitchen in a

countless quarrels, it was obvious that he only did what pleased him. None of my reasonings or pleads would

sat on the couch and watched TV while I cooked. He never once looked over to the kitchen,

was busy with house chores after a