Love from My Dominant Boss

I put my phone aside, hoping I could stop thinking about what Emma said, but I was wrong.

I found myself going over to meet her when lunchtime came. I knew nothing constructive would come out of our talk, but I refused to run away from the issue. Besides, I did not believe she would let me off the hook just like that if I did not show up. So, I decided to just meet up with her.

I spotted Emma drinking a cup of coffee at a table beside the window right after I came through the café’s door.

She gave off a charm of elegance from the way she dressed and carried herself. She was inarguably a beautiful woman.

I took a deep breath to calm myself down before walking toward her and sitting down.

“What would you like to have?”

Emma spoke before I could greet her.

“I’m good. I don’t have much time, Ms. Jones, so let’s cut to the chase.”

I had no intention of talking to her over a cup of coffee—I was not in the mood. After all, she was Michael’s official girlfriend.

“I see you’re a forthright person. All right then, let’s get straight to the point.”

She was taken aback by my candidness, but she quickly composed herself and smiled.

“Ms. Garcia, I know that your relationship with Michael is somewhat extraordinary. But, I think you know I’m his girlfriend, right?”

Of course, I knew she was his girlfriend, but still, hearing those words from her made me feel uncomfortable.

I listened to her without any expression as if she was talking about someone totally unrelated to me. “I don’t see why you need to tell me that, Ms. Jones.”

I fixed my apathetic gaze on her.

you are doing, don’t you, Ms. Garcia? You

slightest hint

I had already tried everything we could to keep it under our hats. We pretended as if we did not know each

Jones. Mr. Shaw is just an employer

as natural as I could without

a deal to keep our relationship hidden from everyone. Even if Emma guessed it correctly, I would not

me overthinking, or you not wanting

when she found out I was inexorable. Her gaze hardened as

sorry, Ms. Jones. If this is why you asked me out, then I don’t see the point of me staying any longer. I

stood up and

“Ms. Garcia.”

shot up on her

my face as I turned toward her again. Yes, I had a guilty conscience, but

anything else,

polite since I did not wish to get into

away from Michael if you don’t want anything to happen to you. He’s my boyfriend. I will not

no effort to conceal the hatred

this to Michael,

stared at her for a moment and

as day that she asked me out just to warn me

Michael and me, but he was the

ask him to leave me,

back to the company. Although I looked composed back there, I knew I was on the losing end from the very beginning. There was no future for Michael

with thoughts, a loud honk blasted from behind. I frowned

the driver, but

got off the car and