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.

thought I had.

she was the one answering me. Since she was taking the calls, that meant Michael was with her. That fact angered me, but it also made me jealous. Michael spent most of his time with me, but he only

I had to ask despite knowing that they were together. One could say

my place.

with thanks. If there’s nothing else, then I’ll be hanging up. Bye.” I was starting to suffocate, and I had to

so give up. Stop hurting

was threatening me, but I snapped back, “You’re not the boss of me, Emma.” Then I hung up before she could say another

take the fact that he was staying with another woman, and I couldn’t take the fact that they would be f*cking in a moment. The mere thought ripped my heart

be with me for life, but still,

at myself. It was unbelievable, but all I could think about was Michael. To think I cared about a man who only saw me as

was all it took to ruin my appetite? I left the dishes on the table and went to my bedroom, but I knew it’d be

another woman as hard as he could. How could I sleep when all I could

and realized it was already five-thirty in the morning, but Michael was still nowhere to

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 for some reason, I