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

arse so hard you won't sit

calmly it

tried again, "We are in

bit down on my lip as I wanted to yell at

whore

that I

eyes against the memory

added, "Oh, how can I forget you won't do anything unless money is on the

Name your prize."

yet

Five years.

Almost six.

haven't felt his touch, anyone's

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

"A hundred."

to buy groceries and a tub of ice-cream for Anna, for once we would have a bellyful

ice cream would

midnight, I had found her curled

had felt warm

been so worried and was unable to sleep because my little angel was

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

from the day

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

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

delighted to have ice cream

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

each of them had similar oddities that

like her father Anna responded well to cold things instead of hot

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

I had something to do about it then

I still have a part of him that loved

Unconditionally.

His eyes narrowed and then

his pocket, he brought out his wallet and pulled out

as I unbuttoned my

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

it felt like

"On your knees."

I dropped down on

down the things I would require

but he didn't

and I fumbled for the

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

"Crawl to me."

by his desk with his ankles crossed and held the

pointed to the floor in front of

and when I was

He crouched down.

he said, "The sight of you on

brushed

am waiting for the

I

swallowed and

lips and

I inched up and