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 the shirt was

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

Have I been bewitched? Why do I keep thinking about him so frequently? Every day, I tell myself that I should hate

and went out to the living room to find him, but he

he would send me back today. He’s probably forgotten about

have the right to grumble over the matter. Therefore, I took my bag and strode

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

die than going topless in

the door

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

course. Do I need to stay here forever?”

me send you

me

feelings about the intimate session we had last night. “No, thanks, Mr. Shaw. I’ll

myself

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

alone, but as soon as he said that, I followed his gaze

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

as he commented on my attire, my determination wavered

in his car was undoubtedly the best

then. If you haven’t decided

saw that I was still hesitating, he

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