Love from My Dominant Boss

“You’re leaving just like that? We haven’t gotten anything.”

Michael pulled my hand, showing no sign of relenting.

I glared at him in fury as none of us budged. I would never follow him here if I knew this was what he wanted to buy. He must have no shame to bring me here at this hour.

“I’m not going in. You can go in on your own if you want to.”

I grabbed the store’s door handle with my other hand as I spoke.

“Are you sure you’re not coming in?” he asked, letting go of my hand with his brows still locked in a frown.

“I’m not going in no matter what!” I shouted back without backing down.

“Fine, then just wait here. You’ll regret your action when we get home later.”

Michael stopped forcing me and went in himself.

I felt so embarrassed looking at him go in. I could not understand how he could come to a place like this without even flinching.

I felt an urge to leave there and then. Michael really never failed to surprise me. I had no idea he was this thick-skinned.

I waited for a long time before he finally appeared at the door again. I spotted the cashier looking at him adoringly as he walked out.

“Do you want to see what I have bought you?”

A sneaky smile curved on his lips as he swung the shopping bag in front of me.

“I’m not interested.”

top to the toe without saying a word. I glared at him and walked

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halted when I suddenly recalled what he said. He said

what he meant, but it occurred to me that I would not want to talk about sex toys

walking. Behind me, Michael did not say a word but smiled indulgently. I had a feeling things were not going to turn out

glance at

hope it was not a vibrator since that was what I always

me at the thought of it. At the end of the day, I was still a conservative girl

me sneaking a peek. “Why? Can’t wait to try it out? Don’t worry. I’ll

puked hearing him speak. There must be something wrong with him to misconstrue my action, but I was wrong to

shop at night, and he did not even care if people saw us together.

like giving him a lecture, but I was so infuriated I could not

like I had ever won an argument with him. I would rather not

bathroom to take a shower right after we reached Birchwood. There was

he took out a pajama from the bag and threw it toward me.

just pajamas. Just when I thought he was not as perverted as I thought, I gasped looking at

was so thin it could barely cover

“Can I say no?”

my eyes, hoping desperately that he would go

worn something like this before. Besides, it was as good as

don’t have

seeing the unwillingness in