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, "We are in the office,

and I'll spank your arse so hard you

so calmly it made a cold shiver run

and tried again, "We are in the office,

on my lip as

a whore you need

my wife that I would consider the place to

insult and closed my eyes against the memory where once we had

just to add more humiliation he added, "Oh, how can I forget you won't do anything unless money is

Name your prize."

yet

Five years.

Almost six.

felt his touch,

he hated 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 if not

"A hundred."

ice-cream for Anna,

would help lift her

gone back home at midnight, I had found her curled

felt warm to the

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

made me mad with worry and I was praying all night that she

the leftover chicken from the day before that caused the irritation in

given her tonic which had at least relaxed

go to the diner to work today and

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

had similar

when ill, but like her father Anna responded well to cold things instead of

him and sometimes I felt an equal

about

him that loved me back just

Unconditionally.

His eyes narrowed

his hand in his pocket, he brought out his wallet and pulled out a hundred

shook as I unbuttoned my

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

it felt like I would combust into smoke any moment now with how hot I

"On your knees."

dropped down

I would require for this

frowned but

for the tablet to

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

"Crawl to me."

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

the floor in front of him

he asked and when I was

He crouched down.

said, "The sight of you on your knees cools the raging

thumb brushed

am waiting for the

I

swallowed

to my lips and hardened as I

my knees, I inched up and got in his