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."

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

your arse

so casually, so calmly it made a cold shiver

tried again, "We are in the office,

lip as I wanted

whore you need to learn your

not my wife that I would consider the place to

my eyes against the memory where once we had promised

I forget you won't do anything unless money is on the

Name your prize."

my teeth and yet I could feel

Five years.

Almost six.

haven't felt his touch, anyone's for

me that would change, he would make sure of it that by the end of this, whatever this was I would hate him equally if

"A hundred."

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

ice cream would help

back home at midnight, I had found

warm to the touch

my little angel

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

from the day before that

had at least relaxed her enough so that

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

would be delighted to have ice cream and her cold will

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

each of them had similar oddities that were endearing

well to

sometimes I felt an equal measure of sadness and

do about it then he wouldn't ever know about

him that loved me back just as I

Unconditionally.

narrowed and

hand in his pocket, he brought out his wallet and pulled out a hundred dollar bill then put it

as I unbuttoned my

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

my bra was showing and it felt like I

"On your knees."

dropped down

down the things I would require

but he

speaking and I fumbled for the tablet to

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

"Crawl to me."

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

the floor in front of him and

asked and when I was near, looking up

He crouched down.

fingers neither gentle nor rough as he said, "The sight of you on your knees cools the raging part that had

thumb brushed my

waiting

I

swallowed

lips and hardened as I said,

I inched up and got in