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."

and when I didn't find anything, I

arse so hard you won't sit

it so casually, so calmly it made a

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

down on my lip as I wanted

whore you need to

that I

at his insult and closed my eyes against

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

Name your prize."

I gritted my teeth and yet I could feel my body giving

Five years.

Almost six.

I haven't felt his

would make sure of it that by the end of

"A hundred."

a tub of ice-cream for Anna,

would help lift

home at midnight, I had found her curled up

felt warm to the touch

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

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

chicken from the day before that caused the irritation in

given her tonic which had at least relaxed her enough so

to work today and I could spend

be delighted to have ice cream

and stubborn creatures that each of

each of them had similar oddities that were endearing

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

sometimes I felt an equal measure of sadness and happiness that

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

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

Unconditionally.

eyes narrowed

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

shook as I

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

my bra was showing and it felt

"On your knees."

down on my

I

frowned but he didn't

started speaking and I fumbled for the

time he finished, I was relaxed and almost forgot that

"Crawl to me."

when I looked up he was standing by his desk with his ankles crossed

in front of him

asked and when

He crouched down.

sight of you on your knees cools the raging part that had been

thumb brushed

I am waiting

I

swallowed

lips and

knees, I inched up and got in