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 time to

 

out an internal sigh of

him. I was just afraid that

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

myself fall any further.

to not reveal my decision until after a few days passed so

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

bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. My mind was consumed

would never be able to love another man after Justin,

but I understood all too well what I truly felt for him. When I couldn’t help but think of him every time I tried to go to sleep,

to let myself get heartbroken once more. So, I curled in on myself like a porcupine and protected myself in the only way I knew how to – by keeping him at arm’s

sound of my phone ringing snapped me awake from my daze. I glanced at the screen, cheering up when I

between her and John again. There were actually several times where my finger nearly pressed the “dial” button,

the call. “Nat!

excited even through the phone. I mean, what could I say;

heard Natalie sobbing

crying, Natalie? What’s

my stomach. Natalie was a bright, happy-go-lucky

that asshole, John? Did he hurt

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