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.

to do. “This is all going to pass.

I still felt uncomfortable whenever I thought about Justin again, but the memory of him didn’t hurt as much as it first did when we broke

You really don’t feel sad anymore?” Natalie asked

to move on too. Getting sad over

feel like I’ve lost everything without him with

a piece of trash, Natalie, and there’s nothing you can 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 have to wake up and

up over someone who doesn’t deserve her love and attention? Does

while, a veil seemed to lift from her eyes, and her shoulder slumped. I

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

ran down Natalie’s face, but I offered no more words of comfort, instead opting to pull her

shouldn’t ruin your body for a man,” I told her, handing her the sandwich that I’d

fixed on the table as

a word. Worried that she might do something reckless if I left,

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

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

just abandon her

won’t hurt myself over someone who doesn’t deserve it. Please go home; I want to be left alone for

that Natalie had calmed down considerably throughout the day. She still looked like a wreck,

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

themselves after a bad break-up. Knowing this, I didn’t