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.

it was understandable why the shirt was spotless even though he had worn it

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

into my mind again, I immediately shook my head vigorously 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 that I should hate him,

out to the living room

me that he would send me back today.

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

out in Michael’s clothes would attract a lot of attention, but I had no other choice — it was without doubt that wearing a man’s shirt was way better than going out without a

than going topless in

I was about to leave, the door was opened,

greatly and accentuated his long legs. Upon seeing the shirt I

of course. Do I need to stay here forever?” I

me send you back

to my surprise, he did not force me to stay

intimate session we had last

not control myself and had sex with Michael. I don’t know how

out looking like that?” Michael’s lips curved into a smirk as he eyed

initially quite adamant about going back alone, but as soon as he said that, I

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

ability to change my mind. As soon as he commented on my attire, my determination wavered and

a lift in his car was undoubtedly

then. If you haven’t

that I was still hesitating, he got impatient and

he would no longer care about me after he left, I immediately brushed