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.

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

realized that he seemed to like wearing

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

the matter, I quickly wore the shirt and went out to the living room to find him,

would send me back today. He’s probably forgotten

since we were no longer a couple, I did not have the right to grumble over the matter. Therefore, I took my bag and strode to the door,

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

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

course. Do I need to stay here

me send you

my surprise, he did not force me

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

relationship with Yuval now, but I still did not control myself and had sex with Michael. I don’t know

like that?” Michael’s lips curved into a smirk

soon as he said

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

commented on my attire, my determination

that taking a lift in his car was undoubtedly the best

haven’t decided

was still hesitating, he got impatient and turned

left, I immediately brushed aside all my concerns and