Love from My Dominant Boss

Wave after wave of pleasure crashed into me in yet another wild night of passion.

Michael fully satisfied himself before he rolled off and pulled me tightly into his embrace.

Although he was the one doing all the hard work, the way he constantly adjusted my position to cater to him had already left me sufficiently worn out. So I closed my eyes, and I let him keep me there.

It occurred to me then that this time, I forgot about the pills.

Perhaps Michael’s threats had taken effect, the next few days saw no further movement from Emma and passed without incident. Without her getting on my case, I felt a little more at ease.

After Ronan’s confession the last time, I was a little reluctant to pick up when he called today. But since I had agreed for us to continue as friends, I sucked it up and answered.

“Finally, Anna. I thought you were really going to ignore me,” Ronan said, his voice from the other end full of hurt.

“Why would I when I’ve promised not to avoid you the last time? I was just a little tied up a moment ago.” I let out an awkward laugh as I cooked up something on the fly. “Is there something you need from me? ‘Cause I’m at work right now.”

I was worried that Ronan might ask me out for a meal or the likes, so I used work as a deterrent before he could suggest anything else.

“Why am I calling? Cause I missed you, of course. And tonight, I’d like to introduce you to someone,” he said, still wanting to meet up as though he had not gotten the hint.

“But I’m afraid I won’t have the time to. Lots of work to catch up with. How about next time?”

As it was only quite recently that he confessed his feelings for me, I did not feel comfortable seeing him again so soon, and considering his personality, he might also start saying something inappropriate.

Making excuses even

to goof around, but he

meet in the

wriggle out of this, I eventually gave in and that made

but I could not have him taking a liking

restaurant, which took

at the place he mentioned; as compared to the Jetroinian restaurant

profligate fella must have had too much cash to spare, choosing to dine

I pushed my way through. Being in such a high-end restaurant for

when Ronan popped out to pull

you to

became dumbstruck

Michael…

had been talking about was disconcerting as

off.

“What’s wrong, Anna?”

staring at Michael and seemed a little

“I’m fine. It’s nothing…”

from making eye contact with Michael when Ronan sat me across from him, as his icy gaze

you think, Michael? Isn’t

man was primarily focused on Michael, seemingly oblivious to the awkwardness between Michael