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.

was exceptionally particular about cleanliness and hygiene, it was understandable why the shirt was spotless even though he had worn it

to like wearing white shirts.

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, but I still can’t help but

quickly wore the shirt and went out

would

since we were no longer a couple, I did not have the

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

die than going

I was about to leave, the door was opened, and Michael came

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

of course. Do I need to stay

send you

did not force me to stay anymore

declined his offer coldly, having mixed feelings about the intimate session we had last night. “No, thanks, Mr. Shaw. I’ll go back by

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

want to go out looking like that?” Michael’s lips curved

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

strangers think of me,

ability to change my mind. As soon as he commented on my attire, my determination wavered and I kept silent, not knowing how to

lift in his car

then. If you haven’t decided yet, I’ll

saw that I was still hesitating, he got impatient and turned on his heel

about me after he left, I immediately brushed aside