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."

searched his eyes and when I didn't find anything, I asked, "We are in

your arse so hard you won't sit for a

it made a cold

my lips shut and tried again, "We are in the office,

lip as I wanted to

a whore you need

not my wife that I would consider

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

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

Name your prize."

yet I could feel

Five years.

Almost six.

haven't felt his touch,

But something told me that would change, he would make sure of it that by the end of this,

"A hundred."

to buy groceries and a tub of ice-cream

would help lift her

back home at midnight, I had

had felt warm to

and was unable to sleep because my little

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

the day before

which had at least relaxed her enough so that she

I wouldn't have to go to the diner to work today and I could spend my time with my angel and

father, she would be delighted to have ice cream and her

how God made these two the most strange and stubborn creatures that each of them has a part of

of them had similar oddities that

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

all him and sometimes I felt an

something to do about it

part of him that

Unconditionally.

narrowed and then he

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

fingers shook as I unbuttoned my

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

the front of my bra was showing and it felt like I would combust into smoke any moment now with

"On your knees."

down on my

I would

frowned but he

started speaking and I fumbled for the

the time he finished, I was relaxed and almost forgot that I was

"Crawl to me."

standing by his desk with his ankles crossed and held the dollar

in front of him

he asked and when I was near, looking

He crouched down.

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

brushed my

I am waiting for the

I get

swallowed and

my lips and hardened

I inched up and got in