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."

searched his eyes and when I didn't find anything, I asked, "We

and I'll spank your arse so hard you

it

shut and tried

my lip as

A whore is a whore you need to

are not my wife that I

my eyes

he added, "Oh, how can I forget you won't do

Name your prize."

I gritted my teeth and yet I could feel

Five years.

Almost six.

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

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."

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

ice cream would help

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

had felt warm to

sleep because my little angel was

discomfort to my daughter made me mad with worry and I was praying all night that she wouldn't get worse and fall

chicken from the day before that caused the irritation

which had at least relaxed her enough

to the diner to work today and

to have ice

how God made these two the most strange and stubborn creatures that each of them has a part of my

of them had similar oddities that were

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

and sometimes I felt an equal

about it

part of him that

Unconditionally.

eyes narrowed and

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

as I unbuttoned

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

buttons undone, the front of my bra was showing and it felt like I

"On your knees."

down

things I would

frowned but

for

forgot that I was

"Crawl to me."

by his desk with his ankles crossed and held the

in

did what he asked and when

He crouched down.

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

brushed

waiting

I get

I swallowed

my lips and hardened as

inched up and got in