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

spank your arse

it made a

lips shut and tried again, "We are in the

on my lip as I wanted to yell

is a whore you need to

I would consider

felt my body flush at his insult and closed my eyes against the memory where once

more humiliation he added, "Oh, how can I forget you

Name your prize."

and yet I could

Five years.

Almost six.

haven't felt his touch, anyone's for that

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 this was I would hate him equally if not

"A hundred."

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

cream would help lift

I had found

had felt warm to the touch

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

made me mad with worry and I was praying all

leftover chicken from the day before that

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

diner to work

her father, she would be delighted to have

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

each of them had similar oddities that were endearing

ill, but like her father Anna responded well to cold

felt an equal measure of sadness and happiness

about

I still have a part of him that loved me

Unconditionally.

narrowed and then

his pocket, he brought out his wallet and pulled out a hundred dollar bill then put it down on

as I

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

was showing and it felt like I would combust

"On your knees."

down

things I would require

frowned but he didn't

and I fumbled for the tablet to

he finished, I was relaxed and almost forgot that I was on my knees with my blouse

"Crawl to me."

was standing by his desk with his ankles crossed and held the dollar bill between his

the floor in front of

did what he asked and when I was near, looking

He crouched down.

sight of you on your knees cools the

thumb brushed

I am waiting for

I

swallowed and

my lips and hardened

my knees, I inched up