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.

at a loss for what to do. “This is all going to pass. Look

emotion, and scars would fade with time. I still felt uncomfortable whenever I thought about Justin again, but the memory of him didn’t hurt as much as

you really moved on, Anna? You really don’t feel sad

me; you’ll be able to move on too. Getting sad over a*sholes

I’ve lost everything without him with me. What do you think I did wrong, Anna? What

was your fault. He would never appreciate you and cherish you for who

someone who doesn’t deserve her love and attention? Does she still hope to get him

stared at me with wide eyes. After a long while, a veil seemed to lift from her eyes, and her shoulder slumped.

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

no more words of comfort, instead opting to pull her to sit down at the dining

your body for a man,”

hung her head and kept her gaze fixed on

motionless on the couch, not saying a word. Worried that she might do something reckless if

turned to look at me, saying quietly, “You

either. I might as well stay the

her when she’s

won’t hurt myself over someone who doesn’t deserve it. Please go home;

true that Natalie had calmed down considerably throughout the day. She still looked like a wreck, but at least she wasn’t crying

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

break-up. Knowing this,