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."

find anything, I asked,

name and I'll spank your arse

said it so casually, so calmly it made a cold shiver

tried again, "We are in

down on my lip as

A whore is a whore you need

my wife that I would consider the place

and closed my eyes against the memory

more humiliation he added, "Oh, how can I forget you

Name your prize."

gritted my teeth and yet I could feel my body

Five years.

Almost six.

his

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

"A hundred."

and a tub of ice-cream for Anna, for once we

would help lift

gone back home at midnight, I had found her curled up on the sofa coughing

felt warm

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

my daughter made me mad with worry and I was praying all night that she

the leftover chicken from the day before that caused the

I had given her tonic which had at

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

would be delighted to have ice cream

don't know how God made these two the most strange and stubborn creatures that each of them has a part of

of them had similar oddities

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

was all him and sometimes I felt an equal

to do about it then

him that loved me

Unconditionally.

narrowed and then

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

fingers shook as I

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

bra was showing and it felt like I would combust into smoke any

"On your knees."

down

things I would require

but

I fumbled for

forgot that I was

"Crawl to me."

desk

pointed to the floor in front of him and

did what he asked and when I was

He crouched down.

my face, his fingers neither gentle nor rough as he said, "The sight of you on your knees cools the raging part that

thumb brushed my

am waiting

I

I swallowed

lips and

inched up and got in his