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."

find anything, I asked,

your arse so hard

it made a cold shiver run

tried again,

lip as I

whore you

I would consider

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

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

Name your prize."

my teeth and yet I could feel

Five years.

Almost six.

his touch, anyone's for that

make sure of it that by the end of this, whatever this was

"A hundred."

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

ice cream would help

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

had felt warm to

and was unable to sleep because my little angel was coughing up all night

to my daughter made me mad with worry and I was

from the day before

which had at least relaxed

work today and I could spend my time with

would be delighted to

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

of them had similar oddities that were endearing to

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

an equal measure of sadness and

something to do about it then he wouldn't

have a part of him that loved me back just

Unconditionally.

narrowed

brought out his wallet and pulled out a hundred dollar bill

as I unbuttoned my

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

it felt like I would combust

"On your knees."

dropped down

things I would

frowned but he

for the tablet to not

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

"Crawl to me."

his desk with his ankles crossed and

to the floor in front

when I was near, looking up

He crouched down.

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

thumb brushed

am waiting for the

will I

I swallowed and

my lips and hardened as

knees, I inched up