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."

and when I didn't find anything, I asked,

my name and I'll spank your arse

so casually, so calmly it made a cold shiver

clamped my lips shut and tried again, "We are in

bit down on my lip as I wanted

whore you need

not my wife that I would consider

flush at his insult and closed my eyes against the memory where once we had promised forever to

just to add more humiliation he added, "Oh, how can I forget

Name your prize."

my teeth and yet I could

Five years.

Almost six.

felt his touch, anyone's

he would make sure of it that by the end of this, whatever this

"A hundred."

of ice-cream for Anna, for once we would have a bellyful

ice cream would help lift her

home at midnight, I had found her curled up on the sofa

felt warm to the touch

sleep because my little angel was

worry and

leftover chicken from the day

at least

to work today and I

to have ice cream and her

and stubborn creatures that each of them has a

similar oddities that were endearing to

cold things when ill, but like her father Anna responded well to cold things instead of hot when she suffers from fever or

felt an equal measure

to do about it then he

still have a part of him that loved me back just as I had loved

Unconditionally.

eyes narrowed

brought out his wallet and pulled out a hundred dollar bill then put

as I

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

front of my bra was showing and it felt like I would combust into smoke any moment now with how hot

"On your knees."

I dropped down on

down the things I would require for

but he

I fumbled for

I was relaxed and almost forgot that I was on my knees with my blouse half

"Crawl to me."

I looked up he was standing by his desk with his ankles crossed and held the

to the floor in front of him and

when I was

He crouched down.

"The sight of you on your knees cools the raging part that had

thumb brushed

am waiting for the

I get

I swallowed

eyes dropped to my lips and hardened as I

my knees, I inched up and got in his