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 are

and I'll spank your arse so hard you

casually, so calmly it made a cold shiver

lips shut and tried again, "We are in the office,

bit down on my lip as I wanted to

A whore is a whore you need to learn

are not my wife that I would consider the place

my body flush at his insult and closed my eyes against the memory where once we had promised forever to each

more humiliation he added, "Oh, how can I forget you won't do anything unless money

Name your prize."

yet I could feel my

Five years.

Almost six.

haven't felt his touch, anyone's

hated me, I didn't… But something told me that would change, he would make sure of it that by the end of this, whatever

"A hundred."

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

would help lift her

home at midnight, I had found her curled up on

warm to

my little angel was coughing up all night and clinging

worry

it was the leftover chicken from the day before

which had at least relaxed

have to go to the diner to work today and I could

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

strange and stubborn creatures that each of them has a part of my

of them had similar oddities that were endearing

when ill, but like her father Anna responded well

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

had something to do about it

that loved me

Unconditionally.

narrowed and then he

wallet and pulled out a hundred dollar bill then put it down on the

shook as I

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

and it felt like I would

"On your knees."

dropped down on my

I would require for

frowned but

started speaking and I fumbled for the

and almost forgot that I was on my knees with my

"Crawl to me."

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

floor in front of him and

when I

He crouched down.

neither gentle nor rough as he said, "The sight of you on your knees cools the

thumb brushed my

am waiting for the

I get

I swallowed and

lips and hardened as I said,

up and got in