Love from My Dominant Boss

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.

force you. You have time to figure things

an internal sigh of relief. I knew

things out. I’d made the decision a long time ago to end things with him. I was just afraid that if I let our relationship go on this way, I

surrounded by flocks of admiring women. On the other hand, I was just an ordinary girl. Even though I, too, liked handsome, charming guys like him, this particular man

to let myself fall any further. I’m not going to

a few days passed so that I wouldn’t aggravate him in his brief

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

left me all alone in an

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

after Justin, but I hadn’t expected to fall

Michael, but I understood all too well what I truly felt for him. When I couldn’t help but think of him every time I tried to go to sleep, I chalked it up to having

and I was scared to let myself get heartbroken once more. So, I curled in on myself like a porcupine and protected myself in the only way I knew how to

phone ringing snapped me awake from my daze. I glanced at the screen, cheering up when I saw that it 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

the call. “Nat!

what could I say; Natalie

Natalie sobbing on

you crying, Natalie? What’s

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

asshole, John? Did