Love from My Dominant Boss

Ronan and I got pretty hammered soon after. Knowing well that he was not in any state to drive, he hailed a cab for me to get home.

Somehow I made it back to Birchwood in one piece, which was a miracle considering the fact that I didn’t remember how I got there. Even though this wasn’t my home, I had begun to treat it like one.

After stumbling into the bedroom, I fell face down onto the bed without even changing out of my dirty clothes. It felt amazing being drunk; the pleasant sensation of floating had cast the worries and frustrations away to the back of my mind.

In my stupor, I felt someone touching my face. It was familiar and comforting which reminded me of Michael.

I was convinced that it was a dream that I had, as real as it had felt. I opened my bleary eyes with difficulty and caught sight of Michael’s silhouette in front of me

I must be dreaming, I thought to myself as a smile spread across my lips. It’s over between me and Michael. What reason would he have for being here? I think I must be dreaming of him because I miss him too much.

I had originally intended on shutting my eyes and going back to sleep, but it was such a rare occurrence that I had the chance to see Michael again. Even if it was a dream, I wanted to gaze at him for a little longer.

“Michael, I miss you…” I muttered, gazing upon the blurry face.

If it was a dream, then so be it. I would pour my heart out to him, and tell him everything that I wanted to say because it was very likely that I would never get a chance to for as long as I live.

“You miss me, Anna?” Michael whispered. Like his usual self, he spoke in a manner that suggested that he was always in control of the situation.

“I think of you every day, Michael. What happens now that I have fallen for you?” I pleaded. I was not afraid of what he might think, as I knew well even through the haze of insobriety that I was conversing with a figment of my own imagination. I just had to get the words out or it’d haunt me forever.

“Anna, say it again.” Michael looked shocked.

repeated only this time I said it

then why did you break up with me?” Michael’s voice returned to its usual casual manner, though it sounded like it contained

saddened by his question. I ended things with him only as an attempt to

not want to be left with no self-respect. Your mother has come to me. If I didn’t

not for the sudden appearance of his mother, I might still be immersed

Michael’s eyes became more guarded though he

not resist any longer. The next thing I knew, my hands were around his neck as

in my dream. I didn’t have to care about what he thought.

guard by my move, though it didn’t take long for

him vigorously. Perhaps it was due to the knowledge that my actions would have no repercussions in the lucid realm, I acted without restraint. Soon,

hands wandered all over

perks in making me more brazen too. I took the initiative undoing his belt and reaching

when I felt his erection. Michael wouldn’t know what I did in my own dream, I reminded myself. There’s no need to

that encouraging thought,

alcohol was a catalyst to

other. With each successive peak up the roller coaster of pleasure, I had reached climax more times than I could

the haze of a dopamine surplus in my brain, I was rather embarrassed that I had wet

seemed like I was

shuddered in rapture before sliding off to lay beside me. As he held me tightly in his arms, his lips never left