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."

eyes and when I didn't find anything, I

my name and I'll spank your arse

so casually, so calmly it made

clamped my lips shut and tried again,

my lip as I wanted to yell at

is a whore you need to

are not my wife that I would consider the place

his insult and closed my eyes against the memory where

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

Name your prize."

I gritted my teeth and yet I

Five years.

Almost six.

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."

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

would help

home at midnight, I had found her

warm to

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

mad with worry and I was praying all night

was the leftover chicken from the day before

her tonic which had at least relaxed her enough so

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

she would be delighted to have ice cream and her cold will be

most strange and stubborn creatures

similar oddities

well to cold things

an equal measure of sadness and happiness that

about it then

still have a part 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

fingers shook as I unbuttoned my

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

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

"On your knees."

I dropped down on

the things I would require

but he didn't

speaking and I fumbled for the tablet

forgot that I was on

"Crawl to me."

when I looked up he was standing by his desk with his ankles crossed and

the floor in

he asked and when I was near, looking up

He crouched down.

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

thumb brushed

waiting for the

will I

I swallowed

eyes dropped to my lips and hardened as

I inched up