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

spank your arse

so casually, so calmly it made a cold shiver run

shut and tried again, "We

down on my lip as I wanted to

whore is a whore you

my wife that I would consider the place to

and closed my eyes

how can I forget you won't do anything unless money is

Name your prize."

and yet I could feel my body

Five years.

Almost six.

felt his touch, anyone's for that

he would make sure of it that by the

"A hundred."

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

cream would

had found her

had felt warm to the

because my little angel was coughing up all night

of discomfort to my daughter made me mad with worry and I was praying all night that she wouldn't get worse and

was the leftover chicken from the day before

tonic which had at least relaxed her enough

the diner to work today and I could spend my time with my angel and take care of

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

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

each of them had similar oddities that were

cold things when ill, but like her father Anna responded well to cold

felt an equal measure of sadness and happiness

if I had something to do about it

a part of him that

Unconditionally.

narrowed and

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

as

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

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

"On your knees."

I dropped down on my

the things I would require for

but he didn't

fumbled for

and almost forgot that I was on

"Crawl to me."

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

pointed to the floor in front of

when I was near, looking

He crouched down.

nor rough as he said, "The sight of you on your knees cools

brushed

waiting for the

I get

I swallowed

and

inched up and got