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."

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

and I'll spank your arse so

calmly it made a cold

lips shut and tried again, "We are in

on my lip as I wanted to yell

is a whore you need to learn

that I would consider the place to

at his insult and closed my eyes against the memory

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

Name your prize."

my teeth and yet I could feel my

Five years.

Almost six.

felt his touch, anyone's for

me, I didn't… But something told me that would change, he would make sure of it that by the end of this, whatever this was I would hate him equally

"A hundred."

groceries and a tub of ice-cream for Anna,

cream would help

I had found her curled

felt warm to the

worried and was unable to sleep because my little

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

was the leftover chicken from the day before that

which had at least relaxed her

diner to work today and I could spend my

her father, she would be delighted to have ice cream and her cold will

two the most strange and stubborn creatures that each

of them had similar oddities that were

father Anna responded well to cold things instead of hot

felt an equal measure of sadness and happiness that

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

of him that

Unconditionally.

His eyes narrowed and then

hand in his pocket, he brought out his wallet and pulled out a hundred

as I unbuttoned my

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

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

"On your knees."

dropped down on my

I would

frowned but

fumbled for the tablet to not miss

was relaxed and almost forgot that I was on my knees

"Crawl to me."

was standing by his desk with his ankles crossed and held the dollar

to the floor in front of him and said,

and when I was

He crouched down.

he said, "The sight of you on your knees cools the raging part that had been seeking

thumb brushed my

am waiting for the

will I get

swallowed and

lips and hardened as I

I inched up and got