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."

his eyes and when I didn't find anything, I asked,

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

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

and tried again, "We

bit down on my lip as

whore is a whore you need to learn your

my wife that I

and closed my eyes against

I forget you won't do anything

Name your prize."

teeth and yet I

Five years.

Almost six.

I haven't felt his touch,

would make sure of it that by

"A hundred."

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

ice cream would help lift

back home at midnight, I had found her curled up

warm to the touch

unable to sleep because my

daughter made me mad with worry and I was praying all

from the day before that caused the irritation in her

her tonic which had at least relaxed

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

like her father, she would be delighted to have

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

each of them had similar oddities that were endearing

cold things when ill, but like her father Anna responded well to cold things instead of hot when she suffers from fever

felt an equal measure of sadness and happiness that she

because if I had something to do about it then he wouldn't ever know about

part of him that loved me back

Unconditionally.

His eyes narrowed

his wallet and pulled out a hundred dollar

as I unbuttoned

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

showing and it felt like I would

"On your knees."

I dropped down on

things I would require

frowned but

I fumbled for the tablet to

and almost forgot that I was on my knees with my blouse half

"Crawl to me."

desk with his

floor in front of

he asked and when I

He crouched down.

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

thumb brushed my

I am waiting for the

I get

I swallowed

eyes dropped to my lips and hardened as I

inched up and got