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

name and I'll spank your arse so hard you won't sit for a

so casually, so calmly it made

lips shut and tried again, "We

lip as I wanted to yell

A whore is a whore you need

are not my wife that I would

at his insult and closed my eyes against the memory where

added, "Oh, how can I forget you won't do anything unless money is on

Name your prize."

my teeth and yet I

Five years.

Almost six.

I haven't felt his touch, anyone's

me that would change, he would make sure of it that

"A hundred."

a tub of ice-cream for

ice cream would help

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

felt warm to the

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

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

leftover chicken from the day before that caused the irritation in

I had given her tonic which had at least relaxed her enough so

I wouldn't have to go to the diner to work today and I could spend my time with my angel and take care

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

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

had similar oddities that

her father Anna responded well to cold things instead of

and sometimes I felt an equal measure

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

because I still have a part of him that loved me back

Unconditionally.

His eyes narrowed

his pocket, he brought out his wallet and pulled out

fingers shook as I

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

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

"On your knees."

I dropped down on my

things I would require

frowned but

for the tablet to

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

"Crawl to me."

up he was standing by his desk with his

to the floor in front of him and

did what he asked and when I was near, looking up at

He crouched down.

nor rough as he said, "The sight of you on your knees cools the raging part

brushed my

I am waiting for

I

I swallowed and

eyes dropped to my lips and hardened as

I inched up and