Love from My Dominant Boss

I was past the age of blindly pursuing love, but my parents wished to see me get married, and I could not bear to let them down. I wanted to settle down with a good man too.

I had wasted seven years of my youth on Justin, and I could not afford to squander my remaining youth. My ex-classmates were all married with kids. Even Natalie had found herself a boyfriend, so I was the only singleton left. Sometimes, when I was feeling down, I realized I had no one to confide in. That made me feel like I was the loneliest person on earth.

I did not have the wishful dream of being swept off my feet by a prince charming. All I wanted was a reliable man who could spare me a listening ear when I needed one.

I decided I had to find the opportunity to discuss this issue with Michael. Although he had proposed an open relationship with me, I had no plans to stay in such a relationship for long.

Just as my mind was wandering, the sound of running water stopped, and Michael walked out of the bathroom.

He was topless and only had a towel wrapped around his waist, his sculptured chest in full view.

He had water droplets on his tanned chest, and his hair was dripping wet too. He looked wild and sexy.

Much as I had a conservative upbringing, I could not help but stare at this alluring sight.

I had to admit Michael was a gem, both in terms of looks and built. Countless women in Avenport would be delighted to sleep with him.

He was drying his hair with a towel, and he had this gift of making every little move mesmerizing.

He walked toward me and threw the towel he was using next to me.

He had a sly smile on his face. He bent down and whispered flirtatiously in my ear, “You no longer hide the fact that you are ogling at my body, do you, Anna?”

voice made my heart skip a beat. I hurriedly turned away

with that body of yours multiple times, so what is the big deal with just taking a

tongue and would not lose out in an argument. I

expression froze momentarily, but his wicked

deal, of course! We both should get our needs met. If

that, he stood up straight and stretched out his hand to

out a small scream and

guy! He really would do or say anything and has no regard

something was amiss, I

still had the towel around his waist, and he was looking mockingly at me. I realized he played a prank on

fool me, Michael!” I glared at him. I never knew an intimidating monster like him had this mischievous side to

a dead fish when it comes to the real act. You could not even manage to do it in

to embarrassment the moment he said

crude-mouthed with him, hoping that the promiscuous impression would turn

see

offended by the dead fish comparison

had never seen a dead fish

Imagine being turned on by a dead

skillful in bed, but it was maddening to be

It would take a lot to make you an expert, but I am impressive in my sexual skills, so you will also blossom