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."

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

arse so hard you won't sit for

it made

and tried again, "We

my lip as I wanted

is a whore you need to learn

are not my wife that I

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

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

Name your prize."

I gritted my teeth and yet I could feel

Five years.

Almost six.

his

But something told me that would change, he would make sure of it that by the end of this, whatever this was I would hate him equally if

"A hundred."

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

cream would help lift

I had found her curled up on the sofa coughing and

felt warm to

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

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

the leftover chicken from the day before that caused the

given her tonic which had at

I wouldn't have to go to the diner to work today and I could spend my

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

most strange and stubborn creatures that each of

them had similar oddities that were

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

him and sometimes I felt an equal measure of sadness and happiness

about it then he wouldn't ever know

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

Unconditionally.

His eyes narrowed and

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

shook as I unbuttoned

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

of my bra was showing and it felt like I would combust into smoke any

"On your knees."

I dropped down on my

the things I would

frowned but he didn't

speaking and I fumbled for the

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

in front of him and said,

asked and when I

He crouched down.

fingers neither gentle nor rough as he said, "The sight of you on your knees cools the raging

brushed

waiting for

will I

swallowed

my lips and

up and