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.

only this time I

had fallen for me, then why did you break up with me?” Michael’s voice returned to

I ended things with him only as

no self-respect. Your mother has come to me. If I

the pain in Michael’s eyes became more apparent. If it was not for the sudden appearance of his mother, I might still

my response, Michael’s eyes became more guarded though he did not

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

didn’t have to care about what he thought. All I

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

my actions would have no repercussions in the

hands wandered all over my body which felt extremely erotic. I surmised it

had its perks in making me more brazen too. I took the initiative undoing

I felt his erection. Michael wouldn’t know what I did in my own dream, I

that encouraging thought, I became

of alcohol

up the roller coaster of pleasure, I

dopamine surplus in my brain, I was rather embarrassed that I had wet dreams

like I was more salacious

sliding off to lay beside me. As he held me