Love from My Dominant Boss

I raked a hand through my hair in frustration. Argh! I wonder how much Mr. Doyle is going to penalize me since I’m late to work today!

I then flipped through my contacts for Harry’s number to give him a call and explain things. But before I had even pressed the dial button, a call came in.

At the sight of Michael’s name flashing across the screen, my heart pounded wildly.

Shit! Could he be calling at this time to question why I’m not in the office yet? Oh God, what should I do? How should I explain it to him? I can’t say that I overslept, can I? After all, such an excuse isn’t valid to him!

Throughout my internal monologue, my phone continued ringing. Inhaling deeply, I finally answered the call uneasily.

“Hello, Mr. Shaw…” I murmured after the call was connected.

Sheer anxiety ricocheted within me, for I was terrified that Michael’s apoplectic voice would suddenly blast out from the other end of the phone.

“You’re awake?”

To my surprise, Michael didn’t rage at me. Instead, his voice was placid with a trace of warmth.

My heart skipped a beat at once, and a strange feeling pervaded me. I shook my head forcefully, telling myself that I had to be hearing things since he would never speak to me so tenderly.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Shaw. I overslept this morning.”

Well, regardless of whether he’s calling to reprimand me, I can’t go wrong with an apology right off the bat. Even if he’s irate, he won’t be too angry when I apologize so sincerely.

“I was the one who turned off your alarm. I’m giving you the day off, so just stay home and rest up. Perhaps I went about things wrongly yesterday.”

Michael’s deep and alluring voice was still as detached as ever as it drifted over, yet my heart fluttered.

He was the one who turned off my alarm? How could he simply fiddle with

of his final utterance, my heart hammered wildly. He actually

“Mr. Shaw, I…”

out of my stupor. I opened my mouth to say something else, but he had already

other end of the phone, I curled my lips in chagrin. Good grief! That was the first time he admitted to having made a mistake, yet he

for a very long time. Why would an arrogant man like him simply apologize? Has

forced myself not to think about anything remotely related to Michael. His mind was wired differently from others, after all, so I could never

going anywhere. When hunger pangs hit, I made a cup of instant noodles, determined to relax all

myself to be unkempt without washing up or changing my clothes, I was so sloppy that I was

my state that his eyes almost popped out

just fall

eyed me with utter contempt as his striking brows creased

you to be so harsh, Michael? I merely didn’t wash up or doll up today. You’re making things sound worse

I frowned in consternation. Jeez, he’s really exaggerating things. Although I’m a bit disheveled, I don’t look as

in you when you’re showing me such an unsightly

“That’s your problem.”

mood to entertain him recently.

vexation. In the next second, his commanding

hour to take

together. While I was disgruntled at his order, I still ambled to the bathroom

Michael’s sharp brows furrowed deeply as his gaze fell on the empty cup of instant noodles on the dining table. He was a clean freak, so he

I came out after showering and changing into a set of clean pajamas, Michael was sitting

home today, and you made such a

the empty cup of instant noodles on the dining table, his voice colored with barely suppressed