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."

when I didn't find anything, I asked,

I'll spank your arse

calmly it

tried

as

whore is a whore you

I would consider the place to

my body flush at his insult and closed my eyes against the

I forget you won't do anything unless money is on the

Name your prize."

teeth and yet I could

Five years.

Almost six.

felt his touch, anyone's for

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 was I would hate him equally if

"A hundred."

buy groceries and a tub of ice-cream for Anna, for once we would have a bellyful of

would help

I had gone back home at midnight, I had found her curled

had felt warm to the

unable to sleep because my little angel was coughing

bit of discomfort to my daughter made me mad with worry

it was the leftover chicken from the day before that caused the irritation in her

tonic which had at least relaxed her enough so

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

like her father, she would be delighted to have ice cream and her cold will

and stubborn creatures that each of them has a

had similar

Anna responded well to cold things instead of hot

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

because if I had something to do about it then he

have a part of him that

Unconditionally.

narrowed

out his wallet and pulled out a hundred dollar bill then put it

shook as

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

bra was showing and it felt like I would combust into

"On your knees."

I dropped down on

down the things I would require for this

but

fumbled for the

I was relaxed and almost forgot that I was on my knees

"Crawl to me."

and when I looked up he was standing by his desk with his ankles crossed and

the floor in front of

and when I was near, looking up at

He crouched down.

my face, his fingers neither gentle nor rough as he said, "The sight of you

brushed

waiting for the

will I get

I swallowed and

my lips and

up and got in