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.

both of you are doing, don’t you, Ms. Garcia? You guys might be keeping it a secret, but I know what

without the slightest hint of

could to keep it under our hats. We pretended as if we did not know each other. However, Emma could still tell with

about, Ms. Jones. Mr.

as I could without

keep our relationship hidden from everyone. Even if Emma guessed it correctly, I would

it just me overthinking, or

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

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

stood up and got ready

“Ms. Garcia.”

on her feet and glared at

toward her again. Yes, I had a guilty conscience, but I was also

there anything else,

did not wish to get

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

effort to conceal the hatred she

to

her for a moment

asked me out just to

and me, but he was the one who refused to let

talk to Michael and ask him to leave me, then I

way back to the company. Although I looked composed back there, I knew I was on the losing end from the very beginning. There was

was occupied with thoughts, a loud honk blasted from behind. I frowned and moved aside impatiently,

furiously, getting ready to lambast the driver, but I held my tongue the moment I

car and walked toward