The Email [Yandere Boss x Reader]

Chapter 13 - Talking

He responded with a time and location, and we met up at an outdoor restaurant. As I looked at him, it was clear he knew what was coming. He knew I was about to unload everything that had been weighing on me ever since I left that job, and left him. And honestly, I couldn't care less.

"Let's take our seats," he said, beckoning the waiter over. We sat down, and the first thing the waiter did was pour wine from an expensive bottle, leaving it on the table before walking away.

He had this all planned out.

"You must have known why I called you here," I said, taking a sip of the sweet wine without hesitation.

"I'm just happy to see you here, to hear your voice," he replied, smiling.

"You're really desperate, aren't you? Do you not understand boundaries?" I said, tilting my head slightly.

He took a deep breath. "Yes... I do."

"Yet everything you do suggests otherwise. You act like a spoiled, unnerving child when they don't get a toy. Is that all I am to you?"

"No, my darling. You're so much more," he said softly.

"And yet you disregard how I feel? You stress me out so much it gives me constant headaches, and then you bring up my mom?" I pressed on.

He stayed silent for a minute. "I'm sorry..."

"Really? All you have to say is 'I'm sorry'?" I scoffed.

"How would you like me to change?" he asked, genuinely curious.

"Stop being so obsessive."

"I can't stop that..."

"Why not? Have you never been in a relationship before?"

"No... I have. I was engaged before," he admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability.

I sat up, the weight of his revelation settling heavily on my shoulders. 

"Really?"

"Yes, but... she would never amount to you," he confessed, his eyes searching mine for understanding.

I swirled the wine around in the glass, its deep crimson hues reflecting my inner turmoil.

"Come back to work for me, live with me, be with me," he pleaded, his desperation palpable in the air between us.

"I'll work for you, and that's it," I replied, my tone resolute as I held onto my autonomy.

"...That's not good enough," he murmured, his gaze unwavering as he attempted to sway me.

"Well, it's what I'm offering," I asserted, unwilling to compromise further.

"If that's what you want, I'll try to respect your boundaries more often. I promise," he said earnestly, his words laden with a sense of determination.

Finally.

But something about that, something about how he said it, made me lay awake at night, grappling with the complexities of our relationship and the uncertainty of what lay ahead.