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!”

a feast tomorrow and let her vent her

What are you treating me

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

do you want to

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

eat

didn’t hold back with me, answering right away without the slightest hesitation when I asked her what she wanted to

you to whatever

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

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

I lay on the bed, my mind

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

I don’t want to think about him! I have nothing whatsoever to do

off past midnight. When I

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

into the mirror. Irately applying some light makeup, I concealed the dark circles under my eyes. Otherwise, others would know that I hadn’t slept

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

no use arguing with him since he was the kind of man who was amenable to persuasion but not coercion. Thus, it would do me no good

the time to get off work came 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 across my

second thought, the job didn’t come easy. He would only be accomplishing his goal if I were to back down because of his puny attempts at

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 entirely, and I even promised to

my promise to him yesterday, I grew flustered. For a moment, I didn’t