Love from My Dominant Boss

Ronan and I got pretty hammered soon after. Knowing well that he was not in any state to drive, he hailed a cab for me to get home.

Somehow I made it back to Birchwood in one piece, which was a miracle considering the fact that I didn’t remember how I got there. Even though this wasn’t my home, I had begun to treat it like one.

After stumbling into the bedroom, I fell face down onto the bed without even changing out of my dirty clothes. It felt amazing being drunk; the pleasant sensation of floating had cast the worries and frustrations away to the back of my mind.

In my stupor, I felt someone touching my face. It was familiar and comforting which reminded me of Michael.

I was convinced that it was a dream that I had, as real as it had felt. I opened my bleary eyes with difficulty and caught sight of Michael’s silhouette in front of me

I must be dreaming, I thought to myself as a smile spread across my lips. It’s over between me and Michael. What reason would he have for being here? I think I must be dreaming of him because I miss him too much.

I had originally intended on shutting my eyes and going back to sleep, but it was such a rare occurrence that I had the chance to see Michael again. Even if it was a dream, I wanted to gaze at him for a little longer.

“Michael, I miss you…” I muttered, gazing upon the blurry face.

If it was a dream, then so be it. I would pour my heart out to him, and tell him everything that I wanted to say because it was very likely that I would never get a chance to for as long as I live.

“You miss me, Anna?” Michael whispered. Like his usual self, he spoke in a manner that suggested that he was always in control of the situation.

“I think of you every day, Michael. What happens now that I have fallen for you?” I pleaded. I was not afraid of what he might think, as I knew well even through the haze of insobriety that I was conversing with a figment of my own imagination. I just had to get the words out or it’d haunt me forever.

“Anna, say it again.” Michael looked shocked.

love you” I repeated only this time

why did you break up with me?” Michael’s voice returned to its usual

him

not want to be left with no self-respect. Your mother has come to

Michael’s eyes became more apparent. If it was not for

Michael’s eyes became more guarded though

beautiful face so close to mine, I could not resist any longer. The next thing I knew, my hands were around his neck as I kissed

could do whatever I want in my dream. I didn’t have to care about what he thought. All I wanted was for

caught off guard by my move, though it didn’t take long for him

the knowledge that my actions would have no repercussions in the lucid realm,

into my bed eagerly, he held me tightly in his arms as his hands wandered all over my body which felt extremely erotic. I surmised it

its perks in making me more brazen too. I took

did in my own dream, I reminded myself. There’s no

encouraging thought, I became

alcohol was a catalyst to all

in sync with each other. With each successive peak up the roller coaster of pleasure, I had reached climax

haze of a dopamine surplus in my brain, I was rather embarrassed

I was more salacious than

beside me. As he held me