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 hours again,

being lenient with us. I highly doubted that we’d be given a second chance if the CEO

head and kept quiet from there

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

I was living with Natalie, we’d always hang out at night. But now it was just me, and nothing seemed to interest me

Birchwood, Michael was already on the couch with his legs crossed in the living room. The top two buttons of his shirt were let

and make

and

I thought I’ve made things

request and wanted him

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

I say I’m going to let you go? Anna, you started it. Do you think

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 let me

then, he could see that anger was bubbling in my eyes, yet he brushed

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

entangled in this scruffy affair. This man was like gum that you could never

point arguing with him, I walked to

what pleased him. None of my reasonings or pleads would affect him. Any attempt to talk sense into

on the couch and watched TV while I cooked. He

felt like I was a working wife who was busy with house chores after a day of