Love from My Dominant Boss

“Get lost!” I bellowed, at the end of my rope, and turned my back to him.

How shameless! I’d rather not argue with him anymore. There’s no point!

After such a taxing encounter with him, I went straight to bed and fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

By the time I woke up, it was already noontime. Shielding my eyes from the harsh sunlight pouring in from the window, I turned my head to the side and was glad to find that Michael was gone.

As I checked the time on my phone, I noticed I had several missed calls, and all of them were from Yuval. Assuming that he was probably just trying to get me back after missing my call last night, I opted not to call back as I did not feel like there was a need to explain the incident to him since it was already over.

After tossing my phone into my bag, I got out of bed and retrieved my skirt from the floor. I planned to get dressed and leave right after, but when I found my blouse, I almost burst into tears. Michael had ripped the top beyond repair last night.

Why does he have to be so violent every time? I’m as poor as dirt! How many of my clothes has he ruined already? I don’t have much money to buy new clothes.

Sighing in frustration, I searched the room for another top to wear.

However, I suddenly remembered that I had taken all of my clothes back a few days ago, so there was none left in the entire house.

In the end, I set my eyes on Michael’s shirt that was hanging in the bathroom.

about cleanliness and hygiene, it was understandable why the

to like wearing white shirts. Other than white, he wore black most of

to make myself stop at once. Ugh! Have I been bewitched? Why do I keep thinking about him so frequently? Every day, I tell myself

the matter, I quickly wore the shirt and went out to the living room to find him, but he was nowhere to

hell? He told me that he would

couple, I did not have the right to grumble over the matter. Therefore, I took my bag and strode

had no other choice — it was without doubt that wearing a man’s shirt was way better than going

die than going

the door was opened, and Michael

The monochromatic shade elongated his figure greatly and accentuated his long legs. Upon seeing the shirt I was wearing, he arched his

need to stay here forever?” I snapped, looking up at him

me send you

he did not force me to stay

coldly, having mixed feelings about the intimate session we had last night.

not control myself

Michael’s lips curved into a smirk

as he said that, I followed his gaze and

strangers think of me, I don’t like people staring at

on my attire, my determination wavered and

that taking a lift in

then. If you haven’t decided yet,

I was still hesitating, he got impatient and turned

about me after he left, I immediately brushed aside all