Love from My Dominant Boss

I raked a hand through my hair in frustration. Argh! I wonder how much Mr. Doyle is going to penalize me since I’m late to work today!

I then flipped through my contacts for Harry’s number to give him a call and explain things. But before I had even pressed the dial button, a call came in.

At the sight of Michael’s name flashing across the screen, my heart pounded wildly.

Shit! Could he be calling at this time to question why I’m not in the office yet? Oh God, what should I do? How should I explain it to him? I can’t say that I overslept, can I? After all, such an excuse isn’t valid to him!

Throughout my internal monologue, my phone continued ringing. Inhaling deeply, I finally answered the call uneasily.

“Hello, Mr. Shaw…” I murmured after the call was connected.

Sheer anxiety ricocheted within me, for I was terrified that Michael’s apoplectic voice would suddenly blast out from the other end of the phone.

“You’re awake?”

To my surprise, Michael didn’t rage at me. Instead, his voice was placid with a trace of warmth.

My heart skipped a beat at once, and a strange feeling pervaded me. I shook my head forcefully, telling myself that I had to be hearing things since he would never speak to me so tenderly.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Shaw. I overslept this morning.”

Well, regardless of whether he’s calling to reprimand me, I can’t go wrong with an apology right off the bat. Even if he’s irate, he won’t be too angry when I apologize so sincerely.

“I was the one who turned off your alarm. I’m giving you the day off, so just stay home and rest up. Perhaps I went about things wrongly yesterday.”

Michael’s deep and alluring voice was still as detached as ever as it drifted over, yet my heart fluttered.

off my alarm? How could he simply fiddle with my cell phone? Doesn’t

anger was piqued at his admission, but when I registered the meaning of his final utterance, my heart hammered

“Mr. Shaw, I…”

while before I snapped out of my stupor. I opened my mouth to say

disconnect tone from the other end of the phone, I curled my lips in chagrin. Good grief! That

very long time. Why would an arrogant man

forced myself not to think about anything remotely related to Michael. His mind was wired differently from others, after all,

the entire day without going anywhere. When hunger pangs hit, I made a cup of instant noodles, determined to

washing up or changing my clothes, I was so sloppy

that his eyes almost popped out of his head. Never once had I been so blasé about my image before

you just fall

down the briefcase in his hand, Michael eyed me with utter contempt as his striking brows

necessary for you to be so harsh, Michael? I merely didn’t wash up or doll up today. You’re

frowned in consternation. Jeez, he’s really exaggerating things. Although I’m a bit disheveled, I don’t look as bad as having fallen into the trash can, do

you afraid that I’ll lose interest in you when you’re showing me such an unsightly side of you?” Michael commented after

“That’s your problem.”

wish he would lose interest in me since I wasn’t in the mood to entertain him recently. I was already annoyed by my own problems, so I hadn’t the

the next second, his

an hour to take a

disgruntled at

the empty cup of instant noodles on the dining table. He was a clean freak, so

a set of clean pajamas, Michael was

at home today, and you made such

a long and slender finger at the empty cup of instant noodles on the dining table, his voice colored with