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.

exceptionally particular about cleanliness and hygiene, it was understandable why

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

head vigorously to make myself stop at once. Ugh! Have I been bewitched? Why do I

out to the living room to find him, but

would send me back today. He’s

have the right to grumble over the matter. Therefore,

clothes would attract a lot of attention, but I had no other choice — it was without doubt that wearing a man’s shirt

rather die than

leave, the door was opened, and Michael came

figure greatly and accentuated his long legs. Upon seeing the shirt I was wearing, he arched his eyebrow quizzically. “Where are

stay here forever?” I snapped,

me send you back

force me to stay

having mixed feelings about the intimate session we had last

not control myself

you sure you want to go out looking like that?” Michael’s lips curved into a smirk as he

initially quite adamant about going back alone, but as soon as he said that, I followed his gaze and felt embarrassed all of

of me, I don’t like people staring

he commented on my attire, my determination wavered and

I realized that taking a lift in

you haven’t decided yet, I’ll go

hesitating, he got impatient and turned on his heel to

care about me after he left, I immediately brushed aside all my concerns and rushed to his