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."

I didn't find anything, I asked, "We

spank your arse so

so casually, so calmly it made a cold shiver

tried again, "We

on my lip as I wanted to yell at

whore is a whore you

I would consider

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

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

Name your prize."

yet I could feel

Five years.

Almost six.

his touch, anyone's for that

hated 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

"A hundred."

would be able to buy groceries and a tub of ice-cream for Anna, for once we would have a bellyful of

ice cream would

home at midnight, I had found her curled up on

warm to the

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

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

the day before that caused the irritation in her

her tonic which had at

I had this money, I wouldn't have to go to the diner to work today and I could spend

to have ice cream and her cold will be

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

similar oddities that

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

sometimes I felt an equal measure of sadness and happiness that

something to do about

because I still have a part of him that loved me back just as I had loved

Unconditionally.

His eyes narrowed and then he

pocket, he brought out his wallet and pulled out a

as I unbuttoned

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

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

"On your knees."

down on my

things I would

but he didn't

fumbled for the tablet to

time he finished, I was relaxed and almost forgot that I was on my knees

"Crawl to me."

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

in front of him and said,

what he asked and when I was near, looking up

He crouched down.

"The sight of

brushed my

am waiting for

I

swallowed

dropped to my lips and hardened as I said, "You

my knees, I inched up and