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 asked, "We are in the office,

spank your arse so hard

casually, so calmly it made a

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

bit down on my lip as I wanted to yell at

a whore you need

not my wife that I would consider the

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

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

Name your prize."

gritted my teeth and yet I could feel my

Five years.

Almost six.

his touch, anyone's for

would make sure of it that by the end of

"A hundred."

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

cream would help lift her

I had found her curled up on the sofa coughing and

had felt warm to the

and was unable to sleep because my little angel was coughing up all night and

me mad with worry and I was praying all night

the day before that caused

tonic which had at least relaxed her enough so

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

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

and stubborn creatures that each

had similar oddities that were

well to cold things instead of hot when she suffers

him and sometimes I felt an

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

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

Unconditionally.

narrowed

his wallet and pulled out a hundred dollar bill then put

fingers shook as I unbuttoned my

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

and it felt like

"On your knees."

I dropped down on

I would

but he didn't

fumbled for

was relaxed and almost forgot

"Crawl to me."

up he was standing by his desk with

pointed to the floor in

and when I

He crouched down.

he said, "The sight of

brushed

waiting for

will I

swallowed

my lips and

I inched up and got in