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

arse so hard you won't

so calmly it made a cold shiver run down

tried again, "We are in the office,

my lip as I wanted to yell

A whore is a whore you need

not my wife that I would

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

how can I forget you won't do anything unless

Name your prize."

and yet I could feel my body

Five years.

Almost six.

haven't felt his touch,

make sure of it

"A hundred."

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

cream would help lift

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

had felt warm

had been so worried and was unable to sleep because my

mad with worry and I was praying all night that

the leftover chicken from the day before that caused the irritation in

had at least relaxed her enough so that she

work today and I could spend

to have ice cream and her cold will be

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

them had similar oddities that

like her father Anna responded well to

felt an equal measure of sadness

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

that loved me back just as I

Unconditionally.

His eyes narrowed

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

shook as

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

undone, the front of my bra was showing and it felt like I would combust into smoke any

"On your knees."

down on my

I would

frowned but

speaking and I fumbled for the tablet to not

the time he finished, I was relaxed and almost forgot that

"Crawl to me."

by his desk

the floor in

he asked and when I was

He crouched down.

cupped my face, his fingers neither gentle nor rough as he said, "The sight of you on your

thumb brushed

I am waiting for

will I

swallowed and

and hardened as I

knees, I inched up and got in his