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."

when I didn't find anything, I

your arse so hard

it made a cold shiver run

clamped my lips shut and tried again, "We are in the

down on my lip as I wanted to yell at

whore is a whore you need to learn your

wife that I would consider the

insult and closed my eyes

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

Name your prize."

and yet I could feel my body

Five years.

Almost six.

I haven't felt his touch, anyone's

he would make sure of it

"A hundred."

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

would help lift her

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

felt warm

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

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

leftover chicken from the day before that

given her tonic which had at least relaxed her

to go to the diner to work today

father, she would be delighted to have ice cream and

God made these two the most strange and

similar

people hate cold things when ill, but like her father Anna responded well to cold things instead of hot when she suffers from

him and sometimes I felt an equal measure of

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

I still have a part of him that loved

Unconditionally.

eyes narrowed and then he

his wallet and pulled out a hundred dollar

shook as

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

was showing and it felt like I

"On your knees."

I dropped down on my

I would

but he didn't

I fumbled for the tablet

was relaxed and almost forgot that I was

"Crawl to me."

he was standing by his desk with his ankles crossed

floor in front of him and

did what he asked and when I

He crouched down.

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

brushed

waiting

I

I swallowed and

dropped to my lips and hardened as

up and got in his