Love from My Dominant Boss

“Who are you?”

I was puzzled and could not figure out who the caller was.

“I’m Ronan. Have you forgotten me, Ms. Garcia?”

Ronan, who was on the other end of the line, was somewhat disappointed after knowing that I could not recognize him.

“Oh, it’s you. I didn’t forget about you. It’s just that it’s out of my expectations that you’ll call me out of the blue.”

Ronan’s unforgettable looks could fight that of Michael’s, so I would never forget him. But then, I did not expect that he would call me.

I thought I would never meet him again. Who knew he would call me just after a few days.

To be honest, I disliked men who were like Ronan. Even though it was undeniable that he was handsome and had a sunny boy kind of vibe, he had always given me the impression that he was flippant.

He looked like an irresponsible young lad, which was the extreme opposite of the type of man I would like—mature and steady.

“It took me great difficulty to get your number, so how is it possible for me to not contact you? I’m very enthusiastic when it comes to calling pretty ladies.”

Ronan’s voice from the other side of the phone was starting to get frivolous.

Instantly, I frowned as I disliked the way he talked.

“Why did you call me for?” I asked plainly.

“Well, I would like to ask a pretty lady like you out for dinner.”

of the line once again,

it unchivalrous for a man to tell a lady such words when

time today, so I’m afraid

Ronan as

hurts me so much; I’m really disappointed,” continued Ronan

really have

not to have any form of

well. Other than not having any interest in him, I figured

won’t insist since you said that. But I hope

response, Ronan did not press

“Goodbye then.”

a sigh of relief and hung

Ronan had always been very frivolous. Although he was very handsome, I did not have good feelings toward him. I preferred men who had a mature and staid appearance, albeit they might not be the same on the inside. Michael was the exact example of

Birchwood, Michael was not home yet. Then, I recalled the text message he sent me earlier, yet could not wrap my mind around why

of him, I already had a hard time in the company,

with Michael for more than

busily preparing for dinner that night. After a long while, I heard the sounds of the knob twisting and the

soon as he saw me, his expression instantly turned grim as his gaze

over to my side. There was a hint of fury in

can I be at this hour if I’m

smile on my face as a sense of guilt rose in me while I

must’ve asked me that because of that

tell you to wait for me at the

toward me as his eyes were blazing with growing rage that it

message?” I pretended to be confused as I felt