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, "We are in

my name and I'll spank your arse so hard

calmly it made a

my lips shut and tried again,

on my lip as I wanted to yell at

is a whore you need to

that I would consider

body flush at his insult and closed my eyes against the memory where once we

how can I forget you won't

Name your prize."

my teeth and yet I could feel

Five years.

Almost six.

haven't felt his

would make sure of it that by the end of this, whatever this was

"A hundred."

be able to buy groceries and a tub of ice-cream

ice cream would help lift her

had found her curled up on the sofa coughing

felt warm

sleep because my little angel was

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

her tonic which had at least relaxed her enough so that she

money, I wouldn't have to go to the diner to work

father, she would be delighted to have ice cream and

two the most strange and

similar

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

was all him and sometimes I felt an equal measure of sadness

do about it

part of him that loved me back just as

Unconditionally.

His eyes narrowed and

brought out his wallet and pulled out a hundred dollar

shook as I

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

felt like I would combust into smoke any moment now with how hot I

"On your knees."

down on

I would

but he

I fumbled for the tablet to

he finished, I was relaxed and almost forgot

"Crawl to me."

when I looked up he was standing by his desk with

in

and when I was near, looking

He crouched down.

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

thumb brushed my

am waiting for the

will I get

I swallowed

dropped to my lips and hardened as I said,

my knees, I inched up and got