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."

I didn't find anything, I asked, "We are in

arse so hard you won't sit

it made a cold

lips shut and tried again, "We are in the

lip as I wanted to yell

whore you need to

are not my wife that I

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

how can I forget you won't do anything

Name your prize."

gritted my teeth and yet

Five years.

Almost six.

his touch, anyone's

would change, he would make sure of it that by the end of this,

"A hundred."

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

cream would help

When I had gone back home at midnight, I had found

felt warm

because my little

made me mad with worry and I was praying all night that she wouldn't get worse

the day before that caused

had at least relaxed her enough

the diner to work today and I could

delighted to have ice cream and

don't know how God made these two the most strange and stubborn creatures

each of them had similar oddities that

but like her father Anna responded well to cold things

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

because if I had something to do about it then

a part of him that loved me back just

Unconditionally.

narrowed and

wallet and pulled out a hundred dollar bill then put

as I unbuttoned my

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

felt like I would combust

"On your knees."

dropped down on my

I would

frowned but

and I fumbled for

forgot that I was on my knees with my blouse half

"Crawl to me."

I looked up he was standing by his desk with his

the floor in front of him and said,

what he asked and when I was near, looking up at

He crouched down.

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

brushed my

waiting for the

I

I swallowed and

and hardened as I

knees, I inched up and got in his