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."

eyes and when I didn't find anything, I asked,

my name and I'll spank your arse so hard you won't sit for a

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

tried again, "We are in the office,

lip as I wanted to

is a whore you need to

that I would consider

and closed my eyes against the memory where once we had

how can I forget you

Name your prize."

I gritted my teeth and yet I could

Five years.

Almost six.

felt his touch,

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

"A hundred."

be able to buy groceries and a tub of ice-cream

would help lift

at midnight, I had found her curled up on the

had felt warm to the

had been so worried and was unable to sleep because my little angel was coughing

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

the day before that caused the

given her tonic which had at least relaxed her

to work today and I could spend my time with

to have ice cream and her

the most strange and stubborn creatures that

similar oddities that were

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

an equal measure of sadness and

to do about it then he wouldn't ever

part of him that loved me back just as I had loved

Unconditionally.

narrowed

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

shook as I

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

bra was showing and it felt like

"On your knees."

down on

down the things I would require for

but he didn't

fumbled for the

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

"Crawl to me."

looked up he was standing by his desk with his ankles crossed and

pointed to the floor in front of

he asked and when I was near,

He crouched down.

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

thumb brushed

am waiting

I get

I swallowed and

my lips and

inched up