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

arse so hard you won't sit

so calmly it made a cold shiver

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

bit down on my lip as I wanted

A whore is a whore you need to

not my wife that I would consider the

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

how can I forget you won't do anything unless

Name your prize."

my teeth and yet I could feel my

Five years.

Almost six.

his

sure of it that by the end of this, whatever this

"A hundred."

buy groceries and a tub of ice-cream for

cream would help lift

at midnight, I had found her curled

felt warm

unable to sleep because my little

with worry and

the day before that caused the irritation in her

tonic which had at least relaxed her

wouldn't have to go to the diner to work today and I could spend my time with

she would be delighted to have ice cream

most strange and stubborn creatures that each of them

had similar oddities that were endearing

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

was all him and sometimes I felt an equal measure of sadness

I had something to do about it then he wouldn't ever know

because I still have a part of him that loved me back

Unconditionally.

His eyes narrowed and

and pulled out a hundred dollar bill then put it

as

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

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

"On your knees."

dropped down on my

I would require for

frowned but he didn't

I fumbled for

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

"Crawl to me."

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

floor in front

when I was near, looking up at

He crouched down.

neither gentle nor rough as he said, "The sight of

thumb brushed

am waiting for the

will I

I swallowed

and hardened as I said, "You

I inched up and got