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,

and I'll spank your arse

casually, so calmly it made a

lips shut and tried again, "We are

my lip as I wanted to

a whore you

not my wife that I would

at his insult and closed my eyes against

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

Name your prize."

gritted my teeth and yet I could feel my

Five years.

Almost six.

felt his

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

"A hundred."

be able to buy groceries and a tub of ice-cream

cream would help

had found her

had felt warm to the touch

worried and was unable to sleep because my little angel

the slightest bit of discomfort to my daughter made me mad with worry and I was

leftover chicken from the day before that caused the

had at least relaxed her enough

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

her father, she would be delighted to have

know how God made these two the most strange and stubborn

of them had similar oddities that were endearing to

hate cold things when ill, but like her father Anna responded well to cold

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

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

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

Unconditionally.

His eyes narrowed and

out his wallet and pulled out a hundred dollar bill then put it down on

as

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

felt like I would combust into smoke any moment now with how hot I

"On your knees."

dropped down

things I would require

but

for the tablet to not miss

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

"Crawl to me."

by his desk with

pointed to the floor in front of him

and when

He crouched down.

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

thumb brushed

am waiting

will I

I swallowed

dropped to my lips and hardened as I said,

knees, I inched up