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."

find anything,

spank your arse

casually, so calmly it made a cold shiver run down my

tried again, "We are in

as I wanted to yell

whore is a whore you

that I would consider the place to

my eyes against the memory where once we had promised forever

just to add more humiliation he added, "Oh, how can I forget

Name your prize."

my teeth and yet I could feel

Five years.

Almost six.

I haven't felt his touch,

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

"A hundred."

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

would help lift her

midnight, I had found her curled up

had felt warm

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

with worry and I was praying all night that

the day

which had at least relaxed her enough so that she

the diner to work today and I could spend my time with my angel and take

to have ice cream and her cold

the most strange and stubborn creatures that each

each of them had similar

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

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

if I had something to do about it then he wouldn't

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

Unconditionally.

eyes narrowed and then

out his wallet and pulled out a hundred dollar

as I

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

bra was showing and it felt like I would combust

"On your knees."

dropped down on

down the things I would

frowned but

I fumbled for the tablet

I was relaxed and almost forgot that I was on my

"Crawl to me."

and when I looked up he was standing by his desk with his ankles crossed and held the dollar bill

in

when

He crouched down.

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

brushed

waiting for the

will I

swallowed and

my lips and

inched up and got in his