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 asked, "We are in the

and I'll spank your arse so hard you won't

casually, so calmly it made a cold

tried again, "We are in the

lip as I wanted to

A whore is a whore you need to

not my wife that I would consider the place to

felt my body flush at his insult and closed my eyes against the memory where once we had promised forever

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

Name your prize."

and yet I could feel my body giving

Five years.

Almost six.

felt his touch,

would make sure of it that by the end of this, whatever this was I would hate him

"A hundred."

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

cream would

home at midnight, I had found her

warm to

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

daughter made me mad with worry and I was

the leftover chicken from the day before that caused

given her tonic which had at least relaxed her enough so

the diner to work today and I could spend my time

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

and stubborn creatures that each of them has

each of them had similar oddities that were

responded well to cold

was all him and sometimes I felt an

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

I still have a part of him that

Unconditionally.

eyes narrowed and then he

out his wallet and pulled out a hundred dollar bill then put it down on

fingers shook as I unbuttoned my

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

it felt like I would combust into smoke any moment now with

"On your knees."

I dropped down on

things I would require for

but

I fumbled for the

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

"Crawl to me."

his desk

the floor in front of

asked and when

He crouched down.

his fingers neither gentle nor rough as he said, "The sight of you

brushed my

am waiting for the

I

swallowed and

dropped to my lips and hardened

up and got in his