Love from My Dominant Boss

“Yeah, I am. I pulled an all-nighter,” he answered calmly and went to sleep, oblivious to my feelings.

It was just a simple answer, but it hit me like a truck. I couldn’t believe he admitted to it without any explanation. “Were you with Emma last night?”

I was holding on to a sliver of hope, convincing myself that Emma was lying to me. Maybe he wasn’t even at her place last night. Even though the chances of that happening was close to zero, I wanted to believe in it. But I knew it must be true since Emma called me using his phone. That couldn’t have happened if he wasn’t with her.

“How did you know?” He gave me a look of surprise and sounded alarmed.

I didn’t get the answer straight from his mouth, but his aversion was already an answer in of itself. So he was with Emma last night. Why is he looking so alarmed, though? Is he suspecting me of something? We’ve known each other for so long. I thought you understood me.

I closed my eyes silently, and tears streamed down my cheeks.

He frowned in displeasure because of my silence, then he turned me around by force. “What is goi—” Michael was about to interrogate me, but he swallowed his words when he saw me crying. “Why are you crying? I haven’t even begun.”

Michael looked like he was worried about me, though I wondered if I was just reading into it too much. Maybe I was, since there was no way he’d worry about me.

Even so, I couldn’t stop crying. “Is this it, Michael? Are you gonna break up with me?” I asked calmly. If he were

you think about,

had confronted him with that question, and he’d blow up every time. I tried to force him into breaking up with me at first so I could leave him, but at this point, I was just terrified about

I was just a slut for keeping Michael around as a friend with benefit when he was in a committed relationship, but I

Since that’s the case, I don’t see why I should stay around,” I answered bravely, but in

to stay with him any longer,

Anna. You’re my

obvious that Michael wasn’t going to break up with me, but I was starting to worry. If I were to go beyond the point of no return, I wondered if I could manage to save myself from the pain. My heart had been shattered into a million pieces before, and I didn’t want to go through

and asked, “Do you like me, Michael?” I wanted to know how he saw me, and if he actually cared

He frowned for a moment, thinking about my question, then he answered, “I do

say that to me, but at the same time, I cried even harder. Even though our relationship wasn’t blessed, hearing him say that he liked me filled me up with

that bliss came tumbling down, plunging me into hell. “I like to f*ck you, Emma. You’re the only woman who can

is my… I see. I’m a fool for thinking that he actually likes me. For some reason, I

friend with benefit, so I guess it’s not surprising that’s the only reason you like