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.

are doing, don’t you,

eyes without the slightest hint of perturbance. To

under our hats. We pretended as if we did not know each other. However, Emma could still tell with just

talking about, Ms. Jones. Mr. Shaw

as I

had made a deal to keep our relationship hidden from everyone. Even if Emma guessed it correctly, I

or

smile on her face faded away when she found out I was inexorable. Her gaze

this is why you asked me out, then I don’t see the point of

stood up and got ready

“Ms. Garcia.”

on her feet and

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

anything

did not wish to get into

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

to conceal

this to Michael,

stared at her for a moment and then turned to

as day that she asked me out just to

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

leave me, then I

Although I looked composed back there, I knew I was on the losing end from the very beginning. There was no future for

thoughts, a loud honk blasted from behind. I frowned and moved aside impatiently, but the

driver, but I held my tongue

car and walked