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, Ms. Garcia? You guys might

slightest hint of perturbance. To be

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

know what you’re talking about, Ms. Jones. Mr.

sound as natural as I could without taking my eyes off

keep our relationship hidden from everyone. Even if Emma guessed it

it just me overthinking, or

was inexorable. Her gaze hardened as I felt her breaths of enmity

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

and

“Ms. Garcia.”

shot up on her

broke out on my face as I turned toward her again.

anything else,

polite since I did not wish to get into

want anything to happen to you. He’s my boyfriend.

made no effort to conceal the hatred she felt

to Michael, not

a moment and

day that she asked me out just

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

me, then I would not be caught in an

I knew I was on the losing end from the very beginning. There

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

driver, but I held my tongue the moment I saw the familiar

the car and walked toward