Love from My Dominant Boss

Chapter 89

If I really wanted money, I would have asked for it from him the first time we slept together. But I didn’t.

All I wanted was to have a proper discussion with him, not another argument. He was a domineering man, but he wasn’t coldhearted.

 

Michael scanned me from head to toe curiously. He didn’t have to say a single word for me to guess what he was thinking and what he was about to do.

“I’d advise you to give up on the idea of becoming my girlfriend. I can give you anything except that. I would never marry a nobody like you; know your place, Anna!”

If I’m just a nobody, then why are you, a huge CEO, so insistent on clinging to me?

 

You’re surrounded by so many great, intelligent women. You could easily get any one of them to fall for you. So, why me?

“I never wanted to become your girlfriend. Relax. I know where I stand.”

A man like him was most likely going to marry someone hailing from a powerful family background and beloved by all those around her.

 

There was no way that a woman like me would ever become his wife, and the mere idea sent chills up my spine.

You have time to figure things

 

sigh of relief. I

with him. I was just afraid that if I let

too out of my league, surrounded by flocks of admiring women. On the other hand, I was just an ordinary girl. Even though I, too, liked handsome,

further. I’m

after a few days passed so that I wouldn’t aggravate him

to my surprise, he left the table and picked up his coat as soon as he

alone in an empty house, and I hated

took a shower and lay down on my bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. My mind was consumed by thoughts

never be able to love another man after Justin, but I hadn’t

couldn’t help but think of him every time I tried to go to sleep, I chalked it up to having interacted with him too much during the day. It took me a while to realize that that was not

once more. So, I curled in on myself like a porcupine and protected myself in the only way I knew how to – by keeping

daze. I glanced at the

that she might think that I was trying to get in between her and John again. There were actually several times where my finger nearly pressed the “dial” button, but I could never muster up

call. “Nat! You finally

must have sounded excited even through the phone. I mean, what could I say; Natalie calling was

surprise, I heard Natalie

are you crying, Natalie?

of my stomach. Natalie was a bright, happy-go-lucky girl who rarely

asshole, John? Did

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