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!”

in a bad mood, I planned to treat her to a feast tomorrow

feast? What are you

perked up. She stared at me with anticipation written all over her

you want to

in such high spirits. It looks like she feels better when food is brought into the equation, no matter

eat seafood!

with me, answering right away without the slightest hesitation when I asked her

you to whatever you want

that I was willing to go bankrupt even if she wanted a

that her zest was back. After having a simple dinner that night, I went back to my room to

my mind

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

don’t want to think about him! I have nothing whatsoever to do with him anymore, so

midnight. When

plainly visible, I scoffed at myself. Michael

staring into the mirror. Irately applying some light makeup, I concealed the dark circles under my

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

was amenable to persuasion but not coercion. Thus, it would do me no good regardless of how much I argued with

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 across my

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

was time to get off work, my cell phone rang. The moment I saw that it was a call from Yuval, I suddenly remembered that I asked him out on a date today in Michael’s office yesterday. Alas, it slipped my mind

grew flustered. For a moment,