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, I asked, "We are in

your arse so hard you

so calmly it

tried again, "We are in

down on my lip as I wanted to yell

is a whore you need to learn your

not my wife that I would

felt my body flush at his insult and closed my eyes against the memory where once we had promised forever to

more humiliation he added, "Oh, how can I forget you won't do anything unless money is

Name your prize."

teeth and yet I could feel my body giving

Five years.

Almost six.

haven't felt his

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

"A hundred."

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

would

midnight, I had

had felt warm to the touch

worried and was unable to sleep because my little angel was coughing

of discomfort to my daughter made me mad with worry and

was the leftover chicken from the day

had at least relaxed her

go to the diner to work today

she would be delighted to have ice

most strange and stubborn creatures that each of them has a part

of them had similar oddities that were endearing

responded well to cold things instead of hot

him and sometimes I felt an equal measure of sadness

to do about it then he

of him that loved

Unconditionally.

eyes narrowed

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

shook as I

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

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

"On your knees."

I dropped down on

down the things I would require

but he

for

I was relaxed and almost forgot that I was on

"Crawl to me."

his desk

to the floor in front of

and when I

He crouched down.

his fingers neither gentle nor rough as he said, "The sight of

thumb brushed

I am waiting for

will I

I swallowed and

my lips and hardened

my knees, I inched up and got in his