Blackmailed For Love

The buzzer went off for the fifth time in the last twenty minutes and the young girl sitting five feet away in her own cubicle gave me a look.

The arsehole was intentionally making it harder for me to work for him.

He was playing with me like a cat that played with a mouse that he's about to devour.

1 I snapped the file I was reading close and stood up with a low growl.

I grabbed the tablet that was left behind by Jenna and for which I had gotten reprimanded not ten minutes ago when he demanded me to write down the things he wanted done.

I walked to his door and this time I didn't knock, what was the purpose when he had called me and seen me walking toward his office, also he intentionally makes me wait.

1 But the moment I stepped in I realized my mistake.

His cold eyes settled on me and he said, "Get out.

And come again, this time knock like a good little girl before you earn yourself a punishment."

I froze.

I wanted to ignore him, to defy him.

But I wanted to push that part as far away as I could where he would indeed punish me.

I turned back around, closed the door and knocked.

This time he made me wait for five minutes before he bid me to enter.

1 I entered and said, "You called, Mr Aaron."

"Call me sir."

2 I met his eyes and he returned my gaze steadily.

Licking my lips, swallowing my pride and telling myself I was doing it all for my daughter and mother, I said, "You called, sir.

What can I do for you?"

"Close the door."

I faltered at his command.

He arched one dark brow and waited.

I turned around and did as he asked.

And as I turned to look at him, I heard the swishing sound of blinds being drawn.

My whole body became alert.

His expression was still cold and calm, he didn't show what he was thinking and still it felt like he was weaving a trap around me.

"Come closer,"

My muscles tensed but I stepped forward.

My heart gave a lurch, wondering what he was thinking.

A foot away from his desk, I stopped.

His cold grey eyes travelled down the length of me and he said, "I don't like what you are wearing."

2 I bit down on my lip, wondering if he was going to tell me to get naked.

But what made me confused was as much as my body was against the idea, a part of me wanted to see the heated look he used to give me.

Would he still look at me like that? Like he couldn't wait any longer to have me? ""Unbutton your blouse."

searched his eyes and when I didn't find anything,

arse so hard you won't sit

calmly it made a cold shiver run down my

shut and tried again, "We are in the

bit down on my lip as I

is a whore you need to learn your

I would consider

insult and closed my eyes

"Oh, how can I forget you won't do anything unless

Name your prize."

gritted my teeth and yet I could feel my body giving

Five years.

Almost six.

haven't felt his touch, anyone's

me, I didn't… But something told me that would change, he would make sure of it that by the end of this, whatever this was I would hate him equally

"A hundred."

buy groceries and a tub of ice-cream

ice cream would help lift

home at midnight, I had found her

felt warm

unable to sleep because my little angel was coughing up all night and

slightest bit of discomfort to my daughter made me mad with worry and I

chicken from the day

tonic which had at

go to the diner to work today and I could spend my time with my

her father, she would be delighted to have ice cream and

two the most strange and stubborn creatures that each of them has a part of my

of them had similar oddities that were endearing to

but like her father Anna responded well to cold

an equal measure of sadness and happiness

do about it

of him that loved me back just as

Unconditionally.

narrowed and then he

his wallet and pulled out a hundred

fingers shook as I unbuttoned my

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

felt like I would combust into smoke any moment now with

"On your knees."

down on my

down the things I would require for this

but he didn't

I fumbled for the tablet to not miss

time he finished, I was relaxed and almost forgot that I was on

"Crawl to me."

his desk with his ankles

floor in

he asked and when I was near, looking up at

He crouched down.

his fingers neither gentle nor rough as he said, "The sight of you on your knees cools the

thumb brushed my

am waiting

I

swallowed

eyes dropped to my lips and hardened as I

knees, I inched up and