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."

eyes and when I didn't find anything, I asked, "We

and I'll spank your arse

it so casually, so calmly it made

lips shut and tried

on my lip as I

A whore is a whore you need to learn your

not my wife that I would consider

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

humiliation he added, "Oh, how can I forget you

Name your prize."

yet I could feel

Five years.

Almost six.

felt his touch,

sure of it that by the end of this, whatever

"A hundred."

ice-cream for Anna, for

would help lift her

When I had gone back home at midnight, I had found her curled up on

felt warm

unable to sleep because my

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

the day before that caused the irritation in

which had at least relaxed her enough so that she

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

be delighted to have ice cream and her cold

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

similar oddities that were endearing

responded well to cold things instead of

sometimes I felt an equal measure of sadness and

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

of him that loved me back just as I had

Unconditionally.

His eyes narrowed and

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

shook as

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

three buttons undone, the front of my bra was showing and it felt like

"On your knees."

dropped down on

the things I would require for this

frowned but

I fumbled for the tablet to not miss

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

"Crawl to me."

up he was standing by his desk with his ankles crossed and

to the floor in front of him and said,

did what he asked and when I

He crouched down.

nor rough as he said, "The sight of

brushed my

am waiting for

I

swallowed and

my lips and

up and