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."

I didn't find anything, I asked, "We

your arse so hard you

it so casually, so calmly it made a cold shiver run

my lips shut and tried again, "We

as I wanted to yell at

A whore is a whore you need to

not my wife that I would consider

and closed my eyes against the memory

to add more humiliation he added, "Oh, how can I forget you won't

Name your prize."

gritted my teeth and yet

Five years.

Almost six.

haven't felt his touch,

me that would change, he would make sure of it that by the end of this, whatever this was I would

"A hundred."

able to buy groceries and a tub of ice-cream for Anna,

cream would help lift

back home at midnight, I had found her curled up on

felt warm to the touch

unable to sleep because my little angel was

slightest bit of discomfort to my daughter made me mad with worry and I was praying all night that she wouldn't

the day before that caused the irritation in

which had at least relaxed her

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

to have ice cream and her cold will

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

each of them had similar oddities that were endearing to

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

I felt an equal measure of sadness and happiness

if I had something to do about

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

Unconditionally.

His eyes narrowed and

pulled out a hundred dollar bill

as I unbuttoned

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

undone, the front of my bra was showing and it felt like I would combust into

"On your knees."

dropped down

the things I would require

frowned but he

I fumbled for the tablet

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

"Crawl to me."

up he was standing by his desk with

the floor in front of him and

asked and when I was

He crouched down.

nor rough as he said, "The sight of you on your

thumb brushed my

I am waiting for

will I get

I swallowed

and hardened as I said,

knees, I inched up and