Love from My Dominant Boss

I didn’t see Michael after I came back, so I searched around for him, but he was nowhere to be found. Guess he wasn’t back yet then. He was probably occupied by his work since it was getting quite late. That man really was a workaholic. I swear, he wouldn’t even get up before finishing his mountain of work.

I went to make a simple dinner and laid it out on the table. It had been a while since I lived with him, and I noticed he liked a simple dinner more. It was weird, though, since he probably had caviar for breakfast before we started dating, so I wondered why he liked my homemade food. At that point, I just guessed he wasn’t really a picky eater.

I waited for him to come back so we could dig in, but much to my chagrin, he still wasn’t back yet. Hey, you should’ve at least given me a call. What am I supposed to do now?

The fact that he wouldn’t call me got on my nerves. Even though I knew he didn’t need to tell me anything, the radio silence was still annoying.

At that, I cursed him silently and decided to stop waiting for him. If he isn’t calling me, there’s no need to wait then.

I was about to dig in when my phone rang. Michael? Huh, at least he’s not a heartless b*stard. The fact he called me made me feel a little better, so I took the call.

“Hey, what’s taking you so long?” I snapped at him, disgruntled.

“Hello, Ms. Garcia,” a woman answered me.

the first thought I had. Where’d that guy

was taking the calls, that meant Michael was with her. That fact angered

I had to ask despite knowing

be going back tonight. He’s staying at my place. Don’t wait up on him,” Emma answered smugly, while my

with thanks. If there’s nothing else, then I’ll be hanging up. Bye.” I was starting to suffocate, and I had to hang up fast. Otherwise, I might lose it if I start thinking about how he would stay

Anna, so give up. Stop hurting yourself,”

“You’re not the boss of me, Emma.” Then I

staying with another woman, and I couldn’t take the fact that they would be f*cking in a moment. The mere thought ripped my

a playboy. And I knew he wouldn’t be with me for life, but still, I wanted

think about was Michael. To think I cared about a man who only saw me as a “business partner.” To think I

dishes on the table and went to my bedroom, but I knew it’d be a sleepless night. I

all I could see was Michael pounding another woman as hard as he could. How could I sleep when all I could think about

Michael was still nowhere to be seen. Wow,

another session of depression, I heard someone opening the door. That’s Michael. It has to be. We’re the only ones who have the access code.