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

name and I'll spank your arse so hard

said it so casually, so calmly it made a cold shiver run down

clamped my lips shut and tried again, "We

on my lip as I wanted to

whore you need to learn your

are not my wife that I would consider

closed my eyes against the memory where once we had

humiliation he added, "Oh, how can I forget you won't do anything

Name your prize."

gritted my teeth and yet I could feel my

Five years.

Almost six.

his touch, anyone's

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."

and a tub of ice-cream for Anna,

ice cream would

gone back home at midnight, I had found her curled up on the sofa coughing and

had felt warm to the

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

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

chicken from the day

her tonic which had at least relaxed her enough so that

to work today and I

delighted to have ice cream and her

God made these two the most strange and stubborn creatures that each of them

them had similar oddities that were endearing

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

and sometimes I felt an equal measure of sadness and happiness that she

something to do about it then

have a part of him that loved me

Unconditionally.

narrowed and

pulled out a hundred dollar bill then put

shook as I unbuttoned

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

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

"On your knees."

I dropped down on

down the things I would require for

but he

fumbled for the tablet

relaxed and almost forgot that I was on my knees with my blouse

"Crawl to me."

desk with his ankles crossed and

in front

and when I

He crouched down.

sight of you on your knees cools

thumb brushed

I am waiting for

I

swallowed

lips and hardened as I said, "You

I inched up and got in