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,

your arse so hard you

said it so casually, so calmly it made a cold shiver run

shut and tried again, "We are in

down on my lip as I wanted to

a whore you need

are not my wife that I would consider the place to fuck

at his insult and closed my eyes against the memory

can I forget you won't do anything unless money

Name your prize."

and yet I

Five years.

Almost six.

his touch, anyone's for

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

"A hundred."

groceries and a tub of ice-cream

cream would help

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

had felt warm to the

my little angel was coughing up all night and

my daughter made me mad with worry and I was

the leftover chicken from the day before that caused the irritation in her

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

to go to the diner to work today and I could spend

be delighted to have ice cream and her cold

two the most strange and stubborn creatures that each of them

each of them had similar oddities that

father Anna responded well to cold things instead of hot when she suffers from fever or

and sometimes I felt an equal measure

about it then he wouldn't ever

that loved me back just as I had loved

Unconditionally.

His eyes narrowed and then

and pulled out a hundred dollar bill then

shook as I

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

showing and it felt like I

"On your knees."

I dropped down on my

I would

frowned but he

speaking and I fumbled for the tablet to not

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

"Crawl to me."

he was standing by his desk

the floor in

what he asked and when I

He crouched down.

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

thumb brushed

am waiting

I

swallowed and

and hardened as I

inched up and got