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

your arse so hard

so casually, so calmly it

tried again,

lip as

whore you need to

that I would consider the

closed my eyes against

more humiliation he added, "Oh, how can I forget you won't do anything unless money is on

Name your prize."

teeth and yet I could feel my body

Five years.

Almost six.

his

he hated me, I didn't… But something told me that would change, he would make sure of it that by the end of this, whatever this was I would hate him

"A hundred."

a tub of ice-cream for Anna, for once

would

gone back home at midnight, I had found her curled

warm to

so worried and was unable to sleep because my little

worry and I was praying all night

it was the leftover chicken from the day before that caused the irritation

had given her tonic which had at least relaxed her enough

have to go to the diner to work today and I could

father, she would be delighted to have

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

of them had similar oddities that

responded well to cold things instead of hot when she suffers

him and sometimes I felt an equal measure of

something to do about it then

still have a part of him that

Unconditionally.

eyes narrowed

out his wallet and pulled out a hundred dollar bill then put it

fingers shook as

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

bra was showing and it felt like I would

"On your knees."

down on my

I

frowned but he didn't

speaking and I fumbled for

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

"Crawl to me."

was standing by his desk with his ankles crossed and held the dollar bill between

pointed to the floor in front of him and

when I was near, looking up at

He crouched down.

gentle nor rough as he said, "The sight of you

brushed my

am waiting

I get

I swallowed and

and hardened as I

my knees, I inched up and got in