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

without the slightest hint of

tried everything we could to keep it under our hats. We pretended as if

Ms. Jones. Mr.

to sound as natural as I could without taking my eyes

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

just me overthinking, or you not

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

out, then I don’t see the point of me

and got ready to

“Ms. Garcia.”

shot up on her feet and glared

out on my face as I turned toward her again. Yes, I had a guilty

anything else,

to sound polite since I did not wish to get

don’t want anything to happen to

conceal the hatred she

to

at her for a moment

she asked me out just to warn me

cut things off between Michael and me, but he was the one who refused to let me go, so there was nothing

Michael and ask him to leave me, then I would not be caught

on the 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

from behind. I frowned and

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

car and walked toward