Love from My Dominant Boss

I didn’t see Michael after I came back, so I searched around for him, but he was nowhere to be found. Guess he wasn’t back yet then. He was probably occupied by his work since it was getting quite late. That man really was a workaholic. I swear, he wouldn’t even get up before finishing his mountain of work.

I went to make a simple dinner and laid it out on the table. It had been a while since I lived with him, and I noticed he liked a simple dinner more. It was weird, though, since he probably had caviar for breakfast before we started dating, so I wondered why he liked my homemade food. At that point, I just guessed he wasn’t really a picky eater.

I waited for him to come back so we could dig in, but much to my chagrin, he still wasn’t back yet. Hey, you should’ve at least given me a call. What am I supposed to do now?

The fact that he wouldn’t call me got on my nerves. Even though I knew he didn’t need to tell me anything, the radio silence was still annoying.

At that, I cursed him silently and decided to stop waiting for him. If he isn’t calling me, there’s no need to wait then.

I was about to dig in when my phone rang. Michael? Huh, at least he’s not a heartless b*stard. The fact he called me made me feel a little better, so I took the call.

“Hey, what’s taking you so long?” I snapped at him, disgruntled.

“Hello, Ms. Garcia,” a woman answered me.

first thought I had. Where’d that guy

was the one answering me. Since she was taking the calls, that meant Michael was with her. That fact angered

had to ask despite knowing that they were together. One could say that I did not know when to give

place. Don’t wait up on him,” Emma answered smugly, while my heart shattered into

and I teared up. Even though I knew Michael was staying with Emma, hearing it from her was still soul-crushing nonetheless. “Noted with thanks. If there’s nothing else, then I’ll be

hurting yourself,” Anna

not the boss

with another woman, and I couldn’t take the fact

Michael was a playboy. And I knew he wouldn’t be with me for life, but still, I wanted him

dinner on the table, I laughed at myself. It was unbelievable, but all I could think about was Michael. To think I cared about

the table and went to my bedroom, but I

as he could. How could I sleep when all I could

the morning, but Michael was still nowhere to be seen. Wow, I guess that

was about to plunge into another session of depression, I heard someone opening the door. That’s Michael. It has to be. We’re the only ones who have the access code. I should be feeling happy, but