Love from My Dominant Boss

Chapter 89

If I really wanted money, I would have asked for it from him the first time we slept together. But I didn’t.

All I wanted was to have a proper discussion with him, not another argument. He was a domineering man, but he wasn’t coldhearted.

 

Michael scanned me from head to toe curiously. He didn’t have to say a single word for me to guess what he was thinking and what he was about to do.

“I’d advise you to give up on the idea of becoming my girlfriend. I can give you anything except that. I would never marry a nobody like you; know your place, Anna!”

If I’m just a nobody, then why are you, a huge CEO, so insistent on clinging to me?

 

You’re surrounded by so many great, intelligent women. You could easily get any one of them to fall for you. So, why me?

“I never wanted to become your girlfriend. Relax. I know where I stand.”

A man like him was most likely going to marry someone hailing from a powerful family background and beloved by all those around her.

 

There was no way that a woman like me would ever become his wife, and the mere idea sent chills up my spine.

force you. You have

 

internal sigh of relief. I knew

a long time ago to end things with him. I was just afraid that if I let our relationship go on this way, I would not be able to keep my feelings

league, surrounded by flocks of admiring women. On the other hand, I was just an ordinary girl. Even though I,

further. I’m not going to

days passed so that I wouldn’t aggravate

that Michael would stay the night. Yet to my surprise, he left the table and picked up his coat as soon as he had finished his dinner, walking

left me all alone in an empty house, and I hated

staring blankly

Justin, but I hadn’t expected

When I couldn’t help but think of him every time I tried to go to sleep, I chalked it up to having interacted with him too much during the day. It took me a

go nowhere, and I was scared to let myself get heartbroken once more. So, I curled in on myself like a porcupine and protected myself in the

from my daze. I glanced at

her and John again. There were actually several times where my finger nearly pressed the “dial” button, but I could never muster up the courage to

answered the call. “Nat! You finally

I mean, what could I say; Natalie calling

Natalie

crying, Natalie? What’s

the bottom of my stomach.

John?

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