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.

on what both of you are doing, don’t you, Ms. Garcia? You guys might be

eyes without the slightest hint of perturbance.

pretended as if we did not know each other. However, Emma could still

Ms. Jones. Mr. Shaw is just

tried to sound as natural as I could without taking my

and I had made a deal to keep our relationship hidden from everyone. Even if Emma guessed it correctly, I would

overthinking, or you not wanting to

on her face faded away when she found out I was inexorable.

the point of me staying any

stood up and

“Ms. Garcia.”

her feet and

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

there anything else, Ms.

to sound polite since I did not

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

effort to conceal the hatred she

this to

at her for a moment and then turned to

was clear as day that she asked me out just

things off between Michael and me, but he was the one who refused to let me go,

could just talk to Michael and ask him to leave me,

on the way back to the company. Although I looked composed back there, I knew I was on the

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

ready to lambast the driver, but I held

off the car and