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."

and when I didn't find anything, I asked, "We

your arse so hard you won't sit

so casually, so calmly it made a cold shiver run down my

tried again, "We are in

my lip as I

A whore is a whore you

wife that I would consider the place

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

how can I forget you won't do anything unless

Name your prize."

I gritted my teeth and yet I could

Five years.

Almost six.

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

I didn't… But something told me that would change, he would make sure of it that by

"A hundred."

and a tub of ice-cream for Anna,

would help lift her

midnight, I had found her curled up on the sofa coughing and

had felt warm to the

unable to sleep because my little

discomfort to my daughter made me mad with worry

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

given her tonic which had at least relaxed her enough so

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

be delighted to have ice cream and

and stubborn creatures that each

of them had similar oddities that were

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

and sometimes I felt an equal measure of

about it then he wouldn't ever know about

that loved

Unconditionally.

His eyes narrowed and then he

brought out his wallet and pulled

fingers shook as

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

it felt like I would combust into smoke any

"On your knees."

I dropped down on

the things I would

but

I fumbled for the tablet to

relaxed and almost forgot that I

"Crawl to me."

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

floor in front

did what he asked and when I

He crouched down.

my face, his fingers neither gentle nor rough as he said, "The sight of you on your knees cools the raging

thumb brushed

I am waiting for

will I

swallowed and

to my lips and hardened as I said,

my knees, I inched up and