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

your arse so hard you won't sit

so casually, so calmly it

clamped my lips shut and tried again,

down on my lip as I wanted to yell

a whore you

are not my wife that I would consider the place to fuck

and closed my eyes

can I forget

Name your prize."

gritted my teeth and yet I could

Five years.

Almost six.

felt his

hated me, I didn't… But something told me that would change, he would make sure of

"A hundred."

a tub of ice-cream for Anna, for once we would have a bellyful

cream would help lift her

had found her curled up on

warm to the

my little angel was coughing

made me mad with worry and I was praying all night that she wouldn't

leftover chicken from the day

had given her tonic which had at least relaxed her enough so that she

wouldn't have to go to the diner to work today and I could spend my time with

be delighted to

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

had similar

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

him and sometimes I felt an equal measure

had something to do about it then he wouldn't ever

part of him that loved me back just as I had loved him

Unconditionally.

narrowed and then

he brought out his wallet and pulled out a hundred dollar bill then put it down on the

as I unbuttoned

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

bra was showing and it felt like I would combust

"On your knees."

down on

I would require for

frowned but he didn't

and I fumbled for the tablet

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

"Crawl to me."

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

floor in front of him and

when I was near, looking

He crouched down.

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

brushed

I am waiting

I get

I swallowed

eyes dropped to my lips and hardened as I said,

I inched up and got in