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."

eyes and when I didn't find anything, I asked, "We are in the office,

I'll spank your arse so hard you

casually, so calmly it

shut and tried again, "We are in

lip as I wanted

whore you need to learn your

that I would consider the place to

closed my eyes against

he added, "Oh, how can I forget you won't do anything unless money is on

Name your prize."

gritted my teeth and yet I could feel

Five years.

Almost six.

felt his touch,

make sure of it that by the end of this, whatever this was I would hate him equally

"A hundred."

of ice-cream for Anna, for once we

cream would

had found her curled up on

warm to the touch

been so worried and was unable to sleep because my little angel was

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

the leftover chicken from the day before that caused the

tonic which had at least relaxed

the diner to work today and I could spend my time with my angel and take care

to have ice cream and

these two the most strange and stubborn creatures that each of them

of them had similar oddities

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

sometimes I felt an equal measure of

do about

I still have a part of him that

Unconditionally.

narrowed and then

out his wallet and pulled out a hundred dollar

shook as I unbuttoned

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

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

"On your knees."

down on my

down the things I would require

but

speaking and I fumbled for

almost forgot that I was on my knees

"Crawl to me."

desk with his ankles crossed and held the dollar

floor in front of him and

he asked and when I was near, looking

He crouched down.

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

brushed my

waiting for the

I get

swallowed and

eyes dropped to my lips and hardened as I

my knees, I inched up and