Chapter 88
Love from My Dominant Boss
âBe more careful for the next two days. Always keep the wound dry and clean.â
My jaw was still hanging in astonishment, reliving his tenderness in my head.
âAnna, have you turned mute?â he blurted with a frown from my non-responsiveness.
When I finally got back to my senses, his face was already only an inch away from mine. I nervously drew my focus back onto the chopping board.
After that, Michael went back to the living room, and about half an hour later, dinner was ready.
It was simple cooking and not the best, I must say. It did make me wonder why Michael always came here for dinner.
To be frank, I believed that his housekeeper wouldâve made something way better than what I could offer.
We sat across from each other and started eating away. Should I ask him about what Mom told me?
âDid you give my parents the money?â
I let it out as this question had been bothering me the entire day.
I didnât mind getting on his nerves again anyway, as Iâd done that way too many times.
âNews travels fast, doesnât it?â
He wasnât surprised and continued chewing his food graciously as if he had nothing to do with the money.
âSo it really is you. Why did you send my family a hundred thousand out of the blue?â
I put down my fork and looked at him, confused.
âI remember that you said that it was exhausting to support the whole family. Since now youâre my woman, things will change. I can send your family a hundred thousand every month,â he haughtily suggested.
Everything became crystal clear to me right then. He sent them money because he deduced that whatever I said that night was a hint for him to give me more?
How dare he think that of me! I was only ranting!
âMichael, you mustâve misunderstood me. When I said that I wanted someone to lean on, I wasnât asking that person to share my responsibilities. I was just hoping that someone could give me a shoulder to cry on whenever Iâm tired and feeling helpless.â
I tried to oppress the rage in me as I patiently explained to him.
âWhatâs the use of a shoulder? With free money, you donât have to work your a*s off to support your family. My goodness, Anna. I canât believe that a woman at your age could still be so naive!â he jeered.
That got me fuming. What he said was true. Women my age had been through enough, and most of them had bowed down to reality. Still, he shouldnât stereotype all women as such. Not everyone was money-minded.
Itâd be unfair for the man if my purpose of being with him was merely to let him share my burden and responsibilities.
Yes, I was selfish, but not to the extent of getting someone to fund my familyâs expenses.
As a matter of fact, Dadâs medical treatment wasnât the major spending. It was Stevenâs debt that had been sucking my bank account hollow. He was a good-for-nothing who always hung out with chavs. Not only that, but he was also a compulsive gambler.
Things wouldnât have been this tough if it was just Dadâs monthly medical fee. However, Stevenâs debts kept rolling and rolling. No matter how many times Iâd cleared his debt and his countless assurance of turning over a new leaf, heâd always go back to his old ways.
Thus, if I wanted someone to lean on and give me an endless supply of cash to fill this black hole, I wouldâve been the most self-serving woman on earth.
âMichael, you can mock me, but thatâs what I really want. Itâs as simple as that. I was sharing with you my point of view, not asking you for money, so please, for the love of god, stop meddling with my life already.â
I enunciated every single word.
âSo within your capability, how much more can you do for your family? Anna, serve me for another six months. Iâve promised to give you a handsome amount of money after this ends. By then, youâll have one less problem in your life forever.â
What he said really bemused me. What was so special about me that made him want to own me?
I wasnât ugly, but neither do I look fetching. For a guy like Michael to find someone pretty would be a piece of cake. He just had to whistle, and women would flock in droves to him. I mean, seriously, though, could someone answer my question? Why me?
âIf thatâs the case, how am I different from a whore? Am I a whore to you?â
Undeniably, Iâd got my hands on a great sum of money since I submitted to him. It was a sure-win trade, but what about my dignity? Was it below money?
Iâd trampled my dignity once for two hundred thousand. Itâd crushed me, and that was why I wouldnât allow it to happen again.
âYouâve positioned yourself as one, not me. Anna, whatâs so bad about being with me? Do you know how many people out there yearn for this? And here you are, saying no to me again and again. You even wanted to run away from me!â
A big cheese like him shouldâve been used to women attending to all his whims and fancies. Perhaps I should be thankful for his patience after all this while.
âYes, you can grant me money, but thatâs it. I want a boyfriend whom I could introduce to my family and friends. I want to get married and have children. Can you give me these? Since you canât, why canât you just let me go? Michael, weâre poles apart in every single way.â
That man thought all I wanted was money, but only I knew what my heart desired.