Love from My Dominant Boss

Michael merely stared at the keys in my hand without saying anything. I had no inkling of his thoughts at that very moment.

When he didn’t take the keys from me after a long time had passed, I placed them on the table. Then, I strode away while wheeling my suitcase behind me.

“Anna Garcia, mark my words, you’ll willingly be my woman.”

Michael’s tepid voice sounded just when I had reached the door.

Stopping short, I whirled around and gaped at him though I could only see his back. I had no idea what he meant by that statement, and it wasn’t my concern anymore.

Suppressing the butterflies fluttering in my stomach, I turned around and left.

Upon returning to Natalie’s house, I was greeted by the sight of her cooking dinner. That was the first time she was preparing dinner after her breakup. Hence, I wasn’t entirely certain whether she had truly gotten over her breakup or merely putting on a brave front so that I wouldn’t worry.

After wheeling my suitcase to the room I previously occupied, I went to the kitchen.

“Anna, there aren’t many groceries since I didn’t go out in the past few days. So, we’ll have to put up with an abysmal fare tonight,” Natalie murmured with apology etched on her face while frying vegetables.

“It’s okay. I’m not that hungry tonight anyway, so a simple fare is sufficient. I’ll treat you to a feast tomorrow night!”

planned to treat her to a feast tomorrow and let her

feast? What are you treating

going to have a feast, she instantly perked up. She stared at me with anticipation written all over her face, stilling with the spatula in her

you want

saw her in such high spirits. It looks like she feels better when food

want to eat

hold back with me, answering right away without the

whatever you want to

such a rare sight to see Natalie in a good mood that I was willing to go bankrupt even if she wanted a

that her zest was back. After having a simple dinner that

the bed, my mind was filled

his statement earlier tonight of making me his woman willingly sooner or later? Aren’t things over between us? Or could it be that he still

loop in my mind, I pulled the covers over my head in frustration. Ugh! I don’t want to think about him! I have nothing

thoughts, I still turned and tossed before finally dozing off past midnight. When I woke up the next

my reflection in the mirror with two dark circles plainly visible, I scoffed at myself. Michael doesn’t even care about me, yet I’m thinking about him every day. How

makeup, I concealed the dark circles under my eyes. Otherwise, others would know that I hadn’t slept well

office, I conscientiously started preparing the design proposal. After a day’s hard work, I felt that it was perfect. However, Michael again rejected it. This time, I was much smarter and didn’t

him since he was the kind of man who was amenable to persuasion but not coercion. Thus,

about, I had no new ideas. Honestly speaking, I truly loathed him at that moment, but my hands were tied as he was the boss. At times, the thought of resigning flashed

only be accomplishing his goal if I were to back down because of his puny attempts

I suddenly remembered that I asked him out on a date today in Michael’s office yesterday. Alas, it slipped

yesterday, I grew flustered. For a moment, I didn’t know what to say when the call