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

and I'll spank your arse so hard

calmly it made a cold shiver run down my

tried again,

as I wanted to

A whore is a whore you

I would consider

at his insult and closed my eyes against the memory

I forget you won't do anything unless money is

Name your prize."

I gritted my teeth and yet I could feel my

Five years.

Almost six.

felt his touch,

he hated me, I didn't… But something told me that would change, he would make sure of it that by the end

"A hundred."

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

ice cream would help lift

back home at midnight, I had found her curled up

felt warm to the

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

me mad with worry and I was praying all night that she wouldn't get

chicken from the day before that caused the

tonic which had at least relaxed

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

would be delighted to have ice cream

the most strange and stubborn creatures that

of them had similar oddities

responded well to cold things instead of hot when she suffers from fever or

I felt an

to do about

of him that loved

Unconditionally.

His eyes narrowed and then he

pocket, he brought out his wallet and pulled out a hundred dollar bill then put it

shook as I unbuttoned my

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

and it felt like I would

"On your knees."

I dropped down on

things I would

but

for the tablet to not miss

almost forgot that I was on my knees with my blouse

"Crawl to me."

desk with his

to the floor in front of him

what he asked and when I

He crouched down.

nor rough as he said, "The sight of you on your knees cools the raging

brushed

waiting

I get

I swallowed

and hardened as

I inched up and