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

I'll spank your arse so hard

so calmly it made a cold shiver run down

clamped my lips shut and tried again,

as I wanted to yell at

A whore is a whore you need to

my wife that I would

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

"Oh, how can I forget you won't do anything unless money

Name your prize."

yet I could

Five years.

Almost six.

his

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

"A hundred."

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

cream would help lift

at midnight, I had found her curled up on

warm to the touch

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

my daughter made me mad with worry and I was praying all night

the leftover chicken from the day before that caused the

I had given her tonic which had at

to go to the diner to work today and I could spend my time with my angel and take

her father, she would be delighted to have ice

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

similar oddities that were endearing

her father Anna responded well to cold

sometimes I felt an equal measure of

about it then

because I still have a part of him that loved me back

Unconditionally.

narrowed and

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

shook as I unbuttoned my

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

front of my bra was showing and it felt like I would combust into smoke any

"On your knees."

dropped down on

down the things I would require

but he didn't

and I fumbled for the tablet to not

time he finished, I was relaxed and almost forgot that I was on my

"Crawl to me."

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

floor in front

asked and when I was near, looking

He crouched down.

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

thumb brushed my

waiting

will I get

swallowed and

dropped to my lips and hardened

my knees, I inched up and got in