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."

find anything, I

I'll spank your arse so hard you won't sit

casually, so calmly it made a

and tried again, "We

my lip as I wanted to yell at

a whore

are not my wife that I would consider the

insult and closed my eyes against the memory where once we had promised forever to

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

Name your prize."

and yet I could feel my body

Five years.

Almost six.

his touch, anyone's for that

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

"A hundred."

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

would help lift her

gone back home at midnight, I had found her curled up on the sofa coughing and

warm to

because my little angel

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

the leftover chicken from the day before

at

diner to work today

would be delighted to have ice cream and

most strange and stubborn creatures that each of them has

had similar oddities that

father Anna responded well to cold things instead of

him and sometimes I felt an equal measure of sadness and

because if I had something to do about it then he

a part of him that loved me back just

Unconditionally.

His eyes narrowed and

his pocket, he brought out his wallet and pulled out a

as

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

the front of my bra was showing and it felt

"On your knees."

down on my

the things I would require for

but he didn't

speaking and I fumbled for the tablet to not miss

finished, I was relaxed and almost forgot that

"Crawl to me."

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

floor in

when I was near, looking up at

He crouched down.

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

thumb brushed

waiting

will I

swallowed

eyes dropped to my lips and hardened as I said,

I inched up and got in