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 are in

spank your arse so hard you won't sit for

casually, so calmly it made a

clamped my lips shut and tried again, "We are

on my lip as I wanted to yell

is a whore you need to learn your

wife that I would consider the place to

at his insult and closed my eyes

added, "Oh, how can I forget you won't do anything

Name your prize."

gritted my teeth and yet I could feel

Five years.

Almost six.

his

change, he would make sure of it that by the end of this, whatever this was I would hate him

"A hundred."

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

would help

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

had felt warm to

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

me mad with worry and

day before that caused

had at

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

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

most strange and stubborn creatures that each of them has

had similar oddities that were endearing

but like her father Anna responded well to cold things instead of hot

felt an equal measure of sadness and happiness that she

because if I had something to do about it then he

part of him that loved me back just as I

Unconditionally.

narrowed

out his wallet and pulled out a hundred dollar bill then put it down on the

shook as I unbuttoned

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

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

"On your knees."

down

I would require for this

but

I fumbled for the tablet

and almost forgot that I was on my knees with my blouse

"Crawl to me."

by his desk with his ankles crossed and held the dollar bill between his

in front

and when

He crouched down.

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

thumb brushed

am waiting for the

I get

swallowed and

to my lips and

knees, I inched up and got in