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."

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

your arse so hard you won't sit for

calmly it made a cold shiver

and tried

down on my lip as I wanted to yell at

whore is a whore you need to learn your

not my wife that I

closed my eyes against the memory where once we had promised forever to

can I forget you won't do anything

Name your prize."

and yet I could

Five years.

Almost six.

his touch, anyone's for

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

"A hundred."

buy groceries and a tub of ice-cream

would help lift her

I had found her curled up

warm to the

because my little angel was

with worry and

it was the leftover chicken from the day before

tonic which had at least relaxed her enough so

have to go to the diner to work today and I could spend my time with

be delighted to have

most strange and stubborn creatures that each of them

them had similar oddities that were endearing

like her father Anna responded well to cold things instead of hot

felt an equal measure of sadness and

something to do about

a part of him that loved

Unconditionally.

narrowed

wallet and pulled out a hundred dollar bill then put it

shook as I unbuttoned my

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

my bra was showing and it felt

"On your knees."

dropped down on

down the things I would

frowned but he didn't

for the tablet to not miss

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

"Crawl to me."

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

in front of him

what he asked and when

He crouched down.

nor rough as he said, "The sight of you on your knees cools the raging part

thumb brushed my

I am waiting

I get

swallowed

to my lips and hardened as I said,

inched up and