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

calmly it

lips shut and tried again, "We are in

as I wanted to yell at

whore is a whore

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

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

Name your prize."

gritted my teeth and yet I could feel my

Five years.

Almost six.

his touch, anyone's

would make sure of it that

"A hundred."

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

ice cream would help lift

I had gone back home at midnight, I had found her curled up on the sofa coughing

had felt warm to the touch

been so worried and was unable to sleep because my little angel was

of discomfort to my daughter made me mad with worry and I was praying all night that

from the day before that caused

had given her tonic which had at least relaxed her enough so

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

be delighted to have ice cream

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

had similar oddities that were

responded well

all him and sometimes I felt an equal measure

do about it then he wouldn't ever know about

that loved me

Unconditionally.

His eyes narrowed and

he brought out his wallet and pulled out a

as I unbuttoned

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

felt like I would combust into smoke any moment now with how

"On your knees."

I dropped down

down the things I would require for this

but

and I fumbled for the tablet to not

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

"Crawl to me."

up he was standing by his desk

to the floor in front of him

he asked and when I was near, looking up at

He crouched down.

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

brushed

I am waiting for

I

I swallowed

dropped to my lips and hardened

up and