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.

understandable why the shirt was spotless even though he had

wearing white shirts. Other than white, he wore black most

his figure had popped 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,

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

the hell? He told me that he would send me back today.

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

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

rather die than going topless

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

long legs. Upon seeing the shirt I

course. Do I need to stay here forever?”

me send

he did not force me to stay anymore and let

intimate session we had last night. “No, thanks, Mr. Shaw. I’ll go back by

still did not control myself and had sex with

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

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

how strangers think of me, I don’t

he commented on my attire, my determination wavered and I kept silent, not knowing how to

realized that taking a lift in his

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

I was still hesitating, he got impatient and

about me after he left, I