Love from My Dominant Boss

I put my phone aside, hoping I could stop thinking about what Emma said, but I was wrong.

I found myself going over to meet her when lunchtime came. I knew nothing constructive would come out of our talk, but I refused to run away from the issue. Besides, I did not believe she would let me off the hook just like that if I did not show up. So, I decided to just meet up with her.

I spotted Emma drinking a cup of coffee at a table beside the window right after I came through the café’s door.

She gave off a charm of elegance from the way she dressed and carried herself. She was inarguably a beautiful woman.

I took a deep breath to calm myself down before walking toward her and sitting down.

“What would you like to have?”

Emma spoke before I could greet her.

“I’m good. I don’t have much time, Ms. Jones, so let’s cut to the chase.”

I had no intention of talking to her over a cup of coffee—I was not in the mood. After all, she was Michael’s official girlfriend.

“I see you’re a forthright person. All right then, let’s get straight to the point.”

She was taken aback by my candidness, but she quickly composed herself and smiled.

“Ms. Garcia, I know that your relationship with Michael is somewhat extraordinary. But, I think you know I’m his girlfriend, right?”

Of course, I knew she was his girlfriend, but still, hearing those words from her made me feel uncomfortable.

I listened to her without any expression as if she was talking about someone totally unrelated to me. “I don’t see why you need to tell me that, Ms. Jones.”

I fixed my apathetic gaze on her.

don’t you,

at me in the eyes without the slightest hint of perturbance.

already tried everything we could to keep it under our hats. We pretended as if

talking about, Ms. Jones. Mr. Shaw is

sound as natural as I could without taking my eyes

our relationship hidden from everyone. Even if Emma guessed it correctly,

just me overthinking, or you not wanting to admit

out I was

you asked me out, then I don’t see the point of me staying any longer. I still have work to attend

up and

“Ms. Garcia.”

her feet and glared at

my face as I turned toward her again. Yes, I had a guilty conscience, but

there anything else, Ms.

I did not wish to get

if you don’t want anything to happen to you. He’s my boyfriend. I will not let any woman

made no effort to conceal

this to Michael, not

a moment and then turned

clear as day that she asked me out just to warn me to

had to cut things off between Michael and me, but he was the one who refused to let me

ask him to leave me,

back to the company. Although I looked composed back there, I knew I was on the

from behind. I frowned and moved aside impatiently, but the honking did

furiously, getting ready to lambast the driver, but I held

car and walked toward