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.

beside her to wrap my arms around her, feeling slightly at a loss for what to do.

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

on, Anna? You really

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

my arm. “I feel like I’ve lost everything without him with me. What do you think I did wrong, Anna? What went

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 realize the

who doesn’t deserve her love and attention?

at me with wide eyes. After a long while, a veil seemed to lift from her eyes, and her shoulder slumped. I knew that my words had gotten through to her

of her being this sad over John,

more words of comfort,

your body for a man,” I told her,

fixed on the table

grew dark outside. Nonetheless, Natalie sat motionless on the couch, not saying a word. Worried that she might

look at me, saying quietly, “You don’t have to stay,

have to work tomorrow either. I

abandon her when she’s in this

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,

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

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