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."

when I didn't find anything, I

I'll spank your arse so hard you won't sit for a

calmly it made a cold shiver

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

lip as I wanted

A whore is a whore you need to

that I would consider the place to

eyes against

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

Name your prize."

yet

Five years.

Almost six.

felt his touch, anyone's for that

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

"A hundred."

groceries and a tub of ice-cream for Anna, for once we

cream would help lift her

at midnight, I had found her curled up on the sofa

had felt warm to the

unable to sleep because my little angel

my daughter made me mad with worry and I was praying

chicken from the day before that caused the

had given her tonic which had at least relaxed

had this money, I wouldn't have to go to the diner to work

like her father, she would be delighted to have

most strange and stubborn creatures that each of

each of them had similar oddities that

like her father Anna responded well to cold things instead of hot

felt an equal measure of sadness and

had something to do about it then he wouldn't ever know

a part of him that loved me back just as I had loved him

Unconditionally.

His eyes narrowed

hand in his pocket, he brought out his wallet and pulled out a hundred dollar

shook as I unbuttoned my

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

was showing and it felt like I would combust into smoke any moment now with how

"On your knees."

dropped down on

things I would

but he

and I fumbled for

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

"Crawl to me."

by his desk with

pointed to the floor in front of

when I was near, looking up

He crouched down.

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

brushed

I am waiting

will I

swallowed and

lips and

I inched up and got in