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.

me to call you out on what both of you are doing, don’t you, Ms. Garcia? You guys might be

the slightest

I had already tried everything we could to keep it under our hats. We pretended as if we did not know each other. However, Emma could still tell with just one

you’re talking about, Ms. Jones. Mr. Shaw is just

as natural as I

made a deal to keep our relationship hidden from everyone.

or you not wanting to

she found out I was inexorable. Her gaze hardened as I felt her breaths of

I don’t see the point of me staying any longer. I

stood up and got

“Ms. Garcia.”

on her

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

anything else, Ms.

did not wish to get

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

no effort to conceal the hatred she felt toward

this to

her for a moment and

clear as day that she asked me out just to

me, but he was the one who refused to let me go, so there

just talk to Michael and ask him to leave me, then I would not be caught in an unpleasant

was in a mess on the way back to the company. Although I looked composed back there, I knew I was on the losing end from the very beginning. There was no future for Michael

with thoughts, a loud honk blasted from behind. I frowned

furiously, getting ready to lambast the driver, but I

car and walked