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.

man who was exceptionally particular about cleanliness and hygiene, it was understandable

at the shirt, I realized that he seemed to like wearing white shirts. Other than white, he wore black

once. Ugh! Have I been bewitched? Why

matter, I quickly wore the shirt and went out to the

hell? He told me that he would send me

not have the right to

I had no other choice — it was without doubt that wearing

than

the door was opened, and Michael

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

going home, of course. Do I need to stay here forever?” I snapped, looking

send

did not force me

mixed feelings about the intimate session we had

still did not control myself and had

you sure you want to go out looking like that?” Michael’s

as soon as he said that, I followed his gaze

I don’t care about how strangers think of me, I don’t

on my

realized that taking a lift in his car was

haven’t

he saw that I was still hesitating, he

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