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

arse so hard you won't sit for a

so calmly it made a cold shiver

tried

bit down on my lip as I wanted to yell

whore is a whore

wife that I would consider the place to fuck

my body flush at his insult and closed my eyes against

how can I forget you won't do anything

Name your prize."

and yet I could feel my body

Five years.

Almost six.

his touch,

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

"A hundred."

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

ice cream would help

had found her

warm to

had been so worried and was unable to sleep because my little angel was coughing up all night and

me mad with worry and I was praying all night that she wouldn't get

from the day before that

which had at least relaxed her enough

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

she would be delighted to have ice

these two the most strange and stubborn

them had similar oddities that were endearing to

but like her father Anna responded well to

all him and sometimes I felt an equal measure of sadness and happiness that she

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

that loved

Unconditionally.

narrowed and then

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

as

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

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

"On your knees."

dropped down on

down the things I would require for

frowned but

I fumbled for the tablet

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

"Crawl to me."

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

pointed to the floor in front of him and said,

when

He crouched down.

face, his fingers neither gentle nor rough as he said, "The sight of you on your knees cools the raging part that had been seeking

thumb brushed

am waiting for the

will I

I swallowed and

to my lips and

up and got in his