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."

his eyes and when I didn't find anything, I

your arse so hard you won't sit

calmly it made a cold shiver run down

shut and tried again, "We are

lip as I wanted to yell

is a whore you need to learn your

wife that I

my eyes against the memory where once we had promised

can I forget you

Name your prize."

teeth and yet I could feel my body giving

Five years.

Almost six.

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

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,

"A hundred."

of ice-cream for Anna, for once we would have

ice cream would help lift her

gone back home at midnight, I had found her

had felt warm to the

so worried and was unable to sleep because my

my daughter made me mad with worry and I was praying all

chicken from the day before

had given her tonic which had at least relaxed

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

father, she would be delighted to have ice cream and her cold will

don't know how God made these two the most strange and stubborn creatures

each of them had similar

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

felt an equal measure of sadness and

I had something to do about it then

I still have a part of him that

Unconditionally.

His eyes narrowed and then

brought out his wallet and pulled out a hundred dollar bill then put

as I unbuttoned

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

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

"On your knees."

down on

the things I

but he

fumbled for the

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

"Crawl to me."

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

the floor in

he asked and when I

He crouched down.

as he said, "The sight of you on

brushed

am waiting for

will I get

swallowed and

lips and hardened as I

my knees, I inched up and got in his