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

my name and I'll spank your arse so

calmly it made a cold

shut and tried again, "We are in

lip as

A whore is a whore you need to learn

are not my wife that I

at his insult and closed my eyes against the memory

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

Name your prize."

and yet

Five years.

Almost six.

haven't felt his touch, anyone's for that

But something told me that would change, he would make sure of it that by

"A hundred."

tub of ice-cream for Anna, for once we would have a

cream would help lift her

had gone back home at midnight, I had found her

felt warm

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

worry and I was praying all

leftover chicken from the day before that caused the

I had given her tonic which had at least relaxed her enough so that

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

would be delighted to have ice cream

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

each of them had similar oddities that were endearing to

responded well to cold

and sometimes I felt an

because if I had something to do about it then he wouldn't

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

Unconditionally.

narrowed

his hand in his pocket, he brought out his wallet and pulled out a hundred dollar bill then put it down

shook as I unbuttoned my

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

it felt like I would combust into

"On your knees."

I dropped down on

down the things I would

but

started speaking and I fumbled for the tablet

almost forgot that I was

"Crawl to me."

I looked up he was standing by his desk with his

in front

he asked and when I was near, looking

He crouched down.

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

brushed

I am waiting for the

will I get

I swallowed

eyes dropped to my lips and hardened

my knees, I inched up and got in his