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."

and when I didn't find anything, I asked, "We are in the

your arse so hard you won't

it made a cold shiver run down

lips shut and tried again, "We are

bit down on my lip as

A whore is a whore you need to

are not my wife that I would consider the

body flush at his insult and closed my eyes against

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

Name your prize."

my teeth and yet I could feel my body

Five years.

Almost six.

his touch,

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

"A hundred."

tub of ice-cream for Anna, for once we would have a bellyful of

ice cream would help

home at midnight, I had found

felt warm to

worried and was unable to sleep because my little

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

chicken from the day before that caused

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

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

delighted to have ice cream and her cold will be

God made these two the most strange and stubborn

had similar oddities that

father Anna responded well to cold things instead of hot when she

felt an equal measure of sadness and happiness

because if I had something to do about

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

Unconditionally.

narrowed and

in his pocket, he brought out his wallet and pulled out a hundred dollar bill then put

fingers shook as I unbuttoned my

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

three buttons undone, the front of my bra was showing and it felt

"On your knees."

down

I

frowned but he

started speaking and I fumbled for the tablet to not

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

"Crawl to me."

and when I looked up he was standing by his desk with his ankles crossed

floor in front of him and

when I was

He crouched down.

nor rough as he said, "The sight of you on your

thumb brushed my

I am waiting for the

I get

I swallowed and

dropped to my lips and hardened

up and got in