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 asked, "We are in the

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

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

my lips shut and tried

my lip as

a whore you need to learn

that I would consider the place to

and closed my eyes against

I forget you won't do anything unless money is

Name your prize."

gritted my teeth and yet I could feel my body

Five years.

Almost six.

haven't felt his touch, anyone's for

something told me that would change, he would make sure of it that by the end of this, whatever this was I would hate him equally if not

"A hundred."

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

ice cream would help lift her

I had found her curled up on

had felt warm to the

to sleep because my little angel was coughing up all

bit of discomfort to my daughter made me mad with worry and I was praying all night that she wouldn't get worse and

was the leftover chicken from the day before that caused the irritation in her

given her tonic which had at

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

delighted to have ice cream and her

the most strange and stubborn creatures that each

each of them had similar oddities that were

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

was all him and sometimes I felt an equal

do about it then he wouldn't

of him that loved me

Unconditionally.

narrowed and then

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

as I

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

and it felt like I would combust into smoke any

"On your knees."

I dropped down

things I would require

but he didn't

for

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

"Crawl to me."

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

in front of him

asked and when I was near,

He crouched down.

he said, "The sight of you on your knees cools the raging part that had

brushed

waiting for the

will I get

I swallowed and

my lips and

I inched up and got in