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

my name and I'll spank your arse so hard

so casually, so calmly it made a cold shiver run

lips shut and tried again, "We are in

lip as I wanted to yell at

A whore is a whore you need to learn your

wife that I would consider the place

closed my eyes against the

he added, "Oh, how can I forget you won't

Name your prize."

yet I could feel my body giving

Five years.

Almost six.

haven't felt his touch, anyone's

change, he would make sure of it that by the end of this, whatever this was I would hate him equally if not

"A hundred."

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

ice cream would help lift her

had found her curled up

warm

to sleep because my little angel was

worry and I was praying all night that she wouldn't get worse

chicken from the day before that caused

had at least relaxed her

I had this money, I wouldn't have to go to the diner to work today and I could spend my time with

delighted to have ice cream and her cold will

made these two the most strange and stubborn creatures that each

similar oddities that were

responded well to

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

something to do about it then he wouldn't

that loved me back just as I had

Unconditionally.

eyes narrowed and then he

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

as I unbuttoned

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

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

"On your knees."

I dropped down

the things I

but he

fumbled for the tablet to

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

"Crawl to me."

his desk with his ankles crossed and held the dollar bill

the floor in front of him and said,

and when I was near, looking

He crouched down.

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

brushed my

am waiting for

will I

swallowed

dropped to my lips and hardened as

inched up and got