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

arse

it so casually, so calmly it made a cold

and tried again, "We are in

down on my lip as I wanted to yell at

a whore you need to learn

I would

my eyes against the memory where once we

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

Name your prize."

yet

Five years.

Almost six.

haven't felt his touch,

that would change, he would make sure of it that by the end of this, whatever this

"A hundred."

ice-cream for Anna, for once we would

ice cream would help lift her

gone back home at midnight, I had found her curled up

warm to the

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

slightest bit of discomfort to my daughter made me mad with worry and I was praying

it was the leftover chicken from the day before that caused

at least relaxed her enough

if I had this money, I wouldn't have to go to the diner to work today and I could spend

delighted to have ice cream and her

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

similar oddities that were

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

all him and sometimes I felt an equal measure of sadness

about

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

Unconditionally.

His eyes narrowed and then

brought out his wallet and pulled out a hundred

shook as I unbuttoned my

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

the front of my bra was showing and it felt like I would combust into smoke any moment now with how hot

"On your knees."

I dropped down on my

the things I would require for this

but he

and I fumbled for the

the time he finished, I was relaxed and almost forgot that

"Crawl to me."

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

pointed to the floor in front

he asked and when I was

He crouched down.

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

thumb brushed my

I am waiting for the

I get

swallowed and

eyes dropped to my lips and hardened as I said, "You

up and got in his