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.

gossip during working hours

Michael was being lenient with us. I highly doubted that we’d be given a second chance if the CEO was someone else. Thus, Millie and I were considered lucky. However, I

nodded her head and

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

night. But now it was just me, and

his legs crossed in the living room. The top two buttons of his shirt were let loose and as always, his gaze

up and make

up and

here? I thought I’ve made things clear

his request and wanted him

understand? What was he trying to do, standing

let you go? Anna, you started it. Do you think it’ll be that easy to ditch me?”

could give him two tight slaps to vent out my anger! How did men like that even exist? I’d told him everything at that point, so why couldn’t he just

could see that anger was bubbling in

more you resist, the chances of me letting you go dwindles. Treat me well, and who knows, maybe one day when

that I’d be entangled in this scruffy affair. This man was like gum that you could

him, I walked to the kitchen in a

was obvious that he only did what pleased him. None of my reasonings or pleads would affect him. Any attempt to talk sense into him would only

while I cooked. He never once looked

like I was a working wife who was busy with house chores after a day of work. It was weird that he felt like kin to me