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, Ms. Garcia? You guys might be keeping it a secret, but I

the slightest hint of

our hats. We pretended as if we did not know each

Jones. Mr. Shaw is just an employer

to sound as natural as I could without taking my eyes

to keep our relationship hidden from everyone. Even if Emma guessed

or you not

on her face faded away when she found out I was inexorable. Her gaze hardened as I felt her breaths

me out, then I don’t see the point of me staying any longer. I still have work to attend to.

up and got

“Ms. Garcia.”

shot up on her feet

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

anything else, Ms.

sound polite since I did not wish to get into a fight

anything to happen to you. He’s my boyfriend. I will not let any

no effort to conceal the hatred she felt

this to Michael,

at her for a moment and then turned to

day that she asked me out

he was the one who refused to let me go, so there was nothing I could

me, then I would not

there, I knew I was on the losing end from the very beginning. There was no future for Michael

behind. I frowned and moved aside

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

got off the car