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My Dominant Boss
Chapter Thirty–Five – I am sorry. -1
Alyssa
I rush to the bathroom, thankful it is empty because I need a moment to pull myself together. I grab what I can and head into one of the stalls to clean myself up. I am all hot and bothered. Between my thighs are still throbbing
His jealousy and possessiveness over me may be something that should scare me off, but strangely, it is doing the opposite for me. It turned me on. No one has ever been that way for me. No one has ever wanted me enough to behave in such a way. I still agree with what I said, though he overreacted with Xzavier: It was one harbless conversation. Well, I think. I know what Xzavier is like. I have heard and seen that he is a ladies‘ man, I honestly believe he would fire him if he wanted to because he was around me.
Once I clean myself up, I head out of the stall, washing my hands and splashing cold water on my face. I close my eyes, taking a few deep breaths. When I open them again, I notice the mark on my neck. You have to be joking! It is visible. What would he do that? Everyone will notice it and realise I’didn’t have it before. I groan, annoyed at him. How am I supposed to cover it up? I bet he did it on purpose. I want to go lecture him, but it will not end well for me sigh and readjust my hair, hiding the hickey the best I can. You can still see some of it, but hopefully, no one will be paying that close attention to me.
I take one last deep breath and leave the bathroom before Wyatt comes in looking for me. I pass by Xavier’s desk, and he keeps his head down. Did Wyatt say something to him? He better not have made it obvious there was something going on between us when I made it clear I didn’t want anyone to know. I am so annoyed.
I head straight for his office, walking in and closing the door behind me. He glances up from his desk, “Yes?”
I cross my arms over my chest. “Did you tell Xzavier about us? He put his head down, almost scared, when I walked by him. It’s not like I cared if he ignored me, but I do care if you told him about us when I told you not to.” I snap.
I don’t care if he gives me a lecture or devises a way to punish me. However, there are some lines that shouldn’t be crossed, even with our agreed–upon relationship.
The look on his face changed. His brow furrows, his jaw tightens, and he stands from his desk, placing his hands on it–his attention
firmly on me.
“Excuse me? This relationship is supposed to have trust, Alyssa. Do you really think I would tell him when you asked me not to? Yes, I spoke to him, but I didn’t tell him the real reason why he has to stay away from you.”
His voice is firm, and I can hear the annoyance in it.
“Yes, it is, but you were adamant you didn’t care if people found out about us. What do you expect me to think?”
He walks around his desk and comes toward me. He takes his place in front of me. “I expect you to trust me, Alyssa,” he snaps.
“I do trust you,” I whisper.
I don’t want to get into an argument with him.
“Are you sure?” he sighs, his voice calmer.
I nod, “Yes. If I didn’t trust you, Wyatt, I wouldn’t have agreed to what you wanted, but with how you behaved, I had to ask.”
He shakes his head and retakes his seat at his desk, “We have a lot of work to do.”
Great, now he is mad at me. I sigh and disappear to my office, leaving the door open. I can never win, can I? I needed to ask; it doesn’t mean I don’t trust him. I signed back into the computer and got back to writing up his new schedule for the next couple of weeks. I have some flights and dinners to book for him, too. I also have paperwork I need to update.
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My Dominant Boss
Chapter Thirty–Five I am sorry. -2
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Wyatt and I haven’t spoken much since our disagreement, both focusing on our work and nothing more. I don’t even know if he wants me to come by. We shouldn’t be like this, not when things have only started up. I guess we are adjusting to everything new. It may take some time to make it work.
I am pulled away from work when I feel a familiar presence in my office. I can sense when he is around, in the same room, or watching me. He has such a strong presence that it is hard not to nice it.
I look up, and he is standing there with what looks like a box from bakery and an iced latté in his hand. He smiles softly at me, and I return it. Has he stopped being mad at me now?
He comes over to my desk, “Angel, I am sorry. I have been acting like an asshole today. I didn’t like the thought of you not trusting me. I overreacted, not with the Xzavier thing. I still stand by that. I am sorry I have been freezing you out. I got these for you.”
He hands the bakery box over. It contains six cakes, doughnuts, cupcakes, and muffins. I smile; they are all my favourite kinds. I am surprised by the gift since he is a health freak.
“Aww, thank you. They look delicious.” I smile.
He walks to where I am and rests against my desk. “I know you have a sweet tooth,” he says.
“I do, thank you. It is very sweet of you, Sir.”
“You are welcome. Are you still annoyed at me?”
I stand and take my place in front of him, “No. I am sorry I made it seem like I didn’t trust you, Wyatt. I really don’t want anyone to find out. Not because I am ashamed of you or us, but because I know how people will react and what they will say if they find out.”
He places his hand on my hip, opens his legs, and pulls me between them. “It is okay. I understand. It is your right to choose, beautiful, and I need to respect that. I shouldn’t have doubted you and should have been more understanding. I will make it up to you tonight when you come over.” He smiles, caressing my cheek,
I close my eyes and move into his touch, “You still want me to come over?”
“Yes, of course I do, angel.” He says and kisses me softly.
I smile into the kiss and slip my arms around his neck. We part after a moment.
“Will you sit with me, and we can have a cake? You are allowed a treat sometimes, aren’t you?”
He smirked, “I already had my treat this morning and not too long ago.”
I playfully slapped his chest and shook my head, “Not what I meant.”
He chuckles, “I know. I can have one, but only if you let me have the bubble gum cupcake.”
I snicker, “I am sure I can allow that.”
I kiss his cheek and sit back down on my chair, He hops up on my desk, and I hand him the cupcake he wants, taking the chocolate one for myself. I am glad we are okay, and he came to me to apologise. I understand he is the one who needs to be in charge and in control, but I need to feel like it isn’t all about that. I like that he is manly enough to say sorry first. It means a lot to me. It shows respect, which is also essential. I don’t want to lose myself in all of this.
