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."

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

your arse so hard you won't sit for

said it so casually, so calmly it

my lips shut and tried again, "We

on my lip as I wanted

A whore is a whore you need to learn

that I would consider the place

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

"Oh, how can I

Name your prize."

and yet I could feel

Five years.

Almost six.

haven't felt his touch, anyone's for

sure of it that by the end of this, whatever this was I would hate him equally

"A hundred."

would be able to buy groceries and a tub of ice-cream for Anna, for

cream would

I had found her curled

warm to the

had been so worried and was unable to sleep because my little angel was coughing up all night and clinging

my daughter made me mad with worry and I was praying all night that she

was the leftover chicken from the day

which had at least

wouldn't have to go to the diner to work today

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

two the most strange and stubborn

them had similar oddities that were endearing to

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

an equal measure of

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

him that loved me back just as

Unconditionally.

His eyes narrowed

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

shook as I unbuttoned my

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

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

"On your knees."

down on my

things I would

but he

fumbled for the tablet to not

relaxed and almost forgot that I was on my

"Crawl to me."

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

floor in front of

asked and when I

He crouched down.

as he said, "The sight of you on your knees cools

thumb brushed

waiting for

will I get

I swallowed and

eyes dropped to my lips and hardened

I inched up and got in