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

 

an internal sigh of relief. I knew

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 would not be able to

was just an ordinary girl. Even though

further. I’m not

to not reveal my decision until after a few days passed so that I wouldn’t aggravate him in

the table and picked up his coat as soon as he

all alone in an empty house,

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

to love another man after Justin, but

been lying to myself that I hated 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

little crush would go nowhere, and I was scared to let myself get heartbroken once more. So, I curled in on myself like

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

days for fear 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 the courage to

call. “Nat! You finally

through the phone. I mean, what could I say; Natalie calling was the best

heard Natalie

you crying,

lurched to the bottom of my stomach. Natalie was a

John?

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