Love from My Dominant Boss

I met Michael’s furious gaze with my own as I shouted angrily, “Mr. Shaw, I believe I shouldn’t have to report to you that I’m hanging out with my friends!”

That look of suspicion in his eyes is making me so uncomfortable! Why should I have to tell him everything in such great detail?

“How dare you take that tone with me when you’ve been out the whole day with your phone switched off?”

I was usually quiet and obedient in front of Michael, but I refused to let him have his unjust way with me that day.

“I’m a human being, not some pet or object! I have the right to meet up with my friends whenever I want to!”

He was questioning me like I was his girlfriend, and that I had been caught cheating on him, both of which were not the case here.

I felt my eyes tear up a little, but I refused to cry in front of him and forced myself to hold my tears in.

Michael froze for a brief moment before his expression turned terrifyingly grim, and he tightened his grip on my wrist even further. I grimaced in response but made sure not to cry out from the pain.

“Did you hit yourself in the head, Anna? Have you forgotten that you’re my woman now? Don’t you think you should explain to me who you were with today?” Michael growled at me through clenched teeth.

Usually, seeing him like this would’ve filled me to the brim with fear. This time, however, I felt a lot more upset than I was afraid.

“If I’m your woman, does that make you my man in return? If you’re going to question my whereabouts today, then you should also explain why you didn’t come home last night! Why did you spend the night with Emma, huh? Answer me!”

control of my emotions, and my tears rolled

I told him how I really felt, and

so unfair between us? What right does he have to stop me from being intimate with other guys when he spends an entire night with another woman? Does he seriously think I’m okay with that? How could he be so selfish? He never

went wide-eyed with shock from my sudden outburst and loosened his grip on my

at me because I was

an eyebrow arched, making it impossible

don’t care about my feelings, and you’re always suspecting

less about what he felt and poured my heart out to release all my pent-up emotions

care about it, but I couldn’t stand it any longer. Seeing him reminded me of how he had slept with Emma last night, and the mere thought of it caused my heart to

the first time I had lashed out

he shouted

anything of you, but

a lot, so my tone wasn’t

Emma last night?

of getting angry with me, Michael simply arched an eyebrow

night with her. I think it makes perfect sense to assume

There’s no way a brute like Michael would

think I don’t have any self-control at

I wrong? Emma’s a pretty woman, and she’s your girlfriend right now, so she wouldn’t have any

sleep with her, but I still found it a little