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."

his eyes and when I didn't find anything, I asked,

my name and I'll spank your arse so

so casually, so calmly it made a cold

shut and tried again,

lip as

A whore is a whore you need

are not my wife that I would consider the place

at his insult and closed my eyes against the memory where once we had

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

Name your prize."

teeth and yet I could feel

Five years.

Almost six.

I haven't felt his touch,

would make sure of it that by the end of

"A hundred."

groceries and a tub of ice-cream for Anna,

cream would help lift her

had gone back home at midnight, I had found

warm to the touch

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

mad with worry and I was

day before that

had given her tonic which had at least relaxed

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

she would be delighted to have ice cream and

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

had similar oddities

well to cold things instead of

all him and sometimes I felt an

about it then

still have a part of him that loved me back just as I had loved him

Unconditionally.

eyes narrowed and then

and pulled out a hundred dollar bill then put it down on

as I unbuttoned my

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

of my bra was showing and it felt like I

"On your knees."

dropped down

the things I would require for this

but he

started speaking and I fumbled for the tablet to not

was relaxed and almost forgot that I was on my knees

"Crawl to me."

I looked up he was standing by his desk with his ankles crossed and held the dollar bill between his

the floor in front of him and said,

and when I was near, looking up

He crouched down.

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

brushed

I am waiting

will I

swallowed and

my lips and hardened as I said,

I inched up and got in his