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."

and when I didn't find anything, I asked, "We are in the office,

arse

casually, so calmly it made

shut and tried again, "We

as I wanted to yell

whore is a whore you need

I would

insult and closed my eyes against the memory where

how can I forget you

Name your prize."

gritted my teeth and yet I could

Five years.

Almost six.

his touch,

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

"A hundred."

of ice-cream for

cream would help lift her

I had gone back home at midnight, I had found

had felt warm to the touch

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

discomfort to my daughter made me mad with worry and I was praying all night that she wouldn't get worse

the leftover chicken from the day before that caused

had at least relaxed

to go to the diner to work today and I could spend my time with my angel

be delighted to have ice cream and her

and stubborn creatures that each of

each of them had similar oddities

responded well to cold things instead

all him and sometimes I felt an equal measure of sadness and

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

part of him that loved me back just as I

Unconditionally.

narrowed and

out his wallet and pulled out a

shook as I unbuttoned my

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

front of my bra was showing and it felt like I would

"On your knees."

down

down the things I would

frowned but he

I fumbled for

and almost forgot

"Crawl to me."

up he was standing by his desk with his ankles

floor in front of

asked and when I was near, looking up at

He crouched down.

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

thumb brushed

am waiting

will I get

swallowed and

eyes dropped to my lips and hardened as I said,

knees, I inched up and got in