Love from My Dominant Boss

I huffed. “I took a day off because my best friend broke up with her boyfriend, and I need time to make sure she’s doing alright, okay?”

I couldn’t help but wonder whether Michael was trying to start an argument on purpose.

Michael grew quiet. After a few seconds, I heard him hang up on me.

“What the hell?” I stared at my phone with a deadpan expression. He’s been acting weirdly irritating these past few days.

Deciding not to pay it much mind, I bought takeaway food for breakfast and went back to Natalie’s place. When I first got dumped, she had been there for me all throughout my healing process; now, it was my turn to do the same for her.

Natalie was already awake when I got back, her legs drawn up to her chest as she hugged them and stared off into space.

I set the food down on the dining table and approached her.

“Why didn’t you sleep for a while longer?”

“I can’t. Every time I close my eyes, the memory of him with that girl resurfaces in my mind.” She gave me a sidelong glance, her eyes starting to grow watery again.

wrap my arms around her, feeling slightly at a loss for what to do. “This is all going to pass. Look at me; I’m

was never a permanent emotion, and scars would fade with time. I still felt uncomfortable whenever I thought about Justin again, but the memory of

moved on, Anna? You really don’t feel sad anymore?” Natalie

to move on too. Getting sad over a*sholes like John isn’t worth it. We deserve much

She clutched onto my arm. “I feel like I’ve lost everything without him

do to change that! None of this was your fault. He would never appreciate you and cherish you for who you truly are, no matter what you did. You

worth getting all worked up over someone who

eyes, and her shoulder slumped. I knew

the thought of her being this sad over John, who likely didn’t even regret his actions,

but I offered no more words of comfort, instead opting to

something. You shouldn’t ruin your body for a man,” I told her, handing

head and kept her gaze fixed on the table as

grew dark outside. Nonetheless, Natalie sat motionless on the couch, not saying a word. Worried that she might do something reckless if I left, I decided

look at me, saying quietly, “You don’t have to stay, Anna. I’ll

don’t have to work tomorrow either. I might as well stay the

abandon her when she’s in

concerned about, Anna. Don’t worry about me. I won’t hurt myself over someone who doesn’t deserve it.

She still looked like a wreck, but at least

me if you need anything. I’ll be here at

bad break-up. Knowing this, I didn’t press the topic any further