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."

I didn't find anything,

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

calmly it made a cold shiver run

and tried again, "We are in the

down on my lip as I wanted to yell at

is a whore you need to learn

not my wife that I would consider the

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

he added, "Oh, how can I forget

Name your prize."

I gritted my teeth and yet I

Five years.

Almost six.

haven't felt his touch, anyone's

he hated me, I didn't… But something told me that would change, he would make sure of it that by the end of this, whatever

"A hundred."

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

ice cream would

home at midnight, I had found her curled up on the sofa coughing and

had felt warm to

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

with worry and I was

chicken from the day before that

tonic which had at least relaxed her enough

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

be delighted to have ice cream and

God made these two the most strange and stubborn creatures

similar oddities that were endearing to

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

all him and sometimes I felt an

because if I had something to do about it

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

Unconditionally.

narrowed and then

pulled out a hundred dollar

fingers shook as I unbuttoned

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

felt like I would combust into smoke any moment

"On your knees."

dropped down on

I would require for

frowned but he didn't

speaking and I fumbled for the tablet to

forgot that I was on my knees

"Crawl to me."

by his desk with

floor in front

when I was

He crouched down.

nor rough as he said, "The sight of

thumb brushed my

am waiting

will I

I swallowed and

to my lips and

knees, I inched up and got in