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 a cold shiver run down my

and tried again, "We are in

down on my lip as I wanted to yell

A whore is a whore you

wife that I would consider the place

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

how can I forget you won't do anything unless money is on

Name your prize."

yet I could feel

Five years.

Almost six.

haven't felt his touch, anyone's for

told me that would change, he would make sure of it

"A hundred."

buy groceries and a tub of ice-cream for Anna,

ice cream would help lift her

had found her curled up on the

felt warm to

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

me mad with worry and I

leftover chicken from the day before that caused the irritation in

I had given her tonic which had at least relaxed her enough so that

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

she would be delighted to have ice cream and

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

similar oddities that were endearing to

ill, but like her father Anna responded well to cold things

and sometimes I felt an equal

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

of him that loved me back just

Unconditionally.

His eyes narrowed and then he

and pulled out a hundred dollar bill then put it

fingers shook as

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

it felt like I would combust into smoke any

"On your knees."

dropped down on

things I would require

but he

started speaking and I fumbled for the

almost forgot that I was on my

"Crawl to me."

by his desk with his ankles crossed and held the dollar bill

in

when

He crouched down.

said, "The sight

thumb brushed my

am waiting for the

I get

swallowed

and

I inched up and got