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.

have time to figure

 

out an internal sigh of relief. I knew

things with him. I was just afraid that if I

the other hand, I was just an ordinary girl. Even though I, too, liked handsome, charming guys like him, this particular man was destined to never

going to let myself fall any further. I’m not going to let myself

a few days passed so that I wouldn’t aggravate

stay the night. Yet to my surprise, he left the table and picked up his coat as soon

alone in an

and lay down on my bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. My mind was consumed by thoughts of

man after Justin, but I hadn’t expected

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

myself get heartbroken once more. So, I curled in on myself like a porcupine and protected myself

daze. I glanced at the screen, cheering up when I saw that

past few days for fear that she might think that I was trying to get in between her and John again. There were actually several times where my finger nearly pressed the “dial”

call. “Nat! You finally

the phone. I mean, what could I say; Natalie calling was the best

I heard Natalie sobbing on the

are you crying,

my stomach. Natalie was a

John? Did he hurt

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