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."

and when I didn't find anything, I asked, "We are in

and I'll spank your arse so hard you

it made a cold shiver run

lips shut and tried again, "We are

bit down on my lip as I wanted to yell at

is a whore you need

I would consider the

eyes against the memory where

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

Name your prize."

yet I could

Five years.

Almost six.

his touch,

he hated me, I didn't… But 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

"A hundred."

ice-cream

ice cream would help

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

had felt warm to the touch

been so worried and was unable to sleep because my little

slightest bit of discomfort to my daughter made me mad with worry

was the leftover chicken from the day before that

which had at least relaxed her enough so

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

be delighted to have ice cream and

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

them had similar oddities that were

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

and sometimes I felt an equal measure of sadness and happiness that she

do about it then

of him that loved me back just as I had loved

Unconditionally.

eyes narrowed and then he

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

as I

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

felt like I would combust into smoke any moment now

"On your knees."

dropped down on my

things I would require for

frowned but

for the tablet to not

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

"Crawl to me."

up he was standing by his desk with his

to the floor in front

asked and when

He crouched down.

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

thumb brushed my

am waiting

I get

swallowed

and hardened as I said, "You

inched up and got in