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."

when I didn't find anything, I

my name and I'll spank your arse

so calmly it made a cold shiver

shut and tried again, "We

down on my lip as I wanted to yell

whore you need to

not my wife that I

body flush at his insult and closed my eyes against the memory where once

humiliation he added, "Oh, how can I forget you won't do

Name your prize."

teeth and yet I could feel my body giving

Five years.

Almost six.

I haven't felt his touch, anyone's for that

would change, he would make sure of it that by the end of this, whatever

"A hundred."

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

cream would help lift her

home at midnight, I had found her

felt warm to

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

made me mad with worry and I was praying all

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

her tonic which had at least

diner to work today and I could spend my time with my angel and take care of

delighted to have ice cream

made these two the most strange and stubborn creatures that each of them has a part of my

them had similar oddities that

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

I felt an equal

because if I had something to do about

of him that

Unconditionally.

eyes narrowed and then he

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

as

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

bra was showing and it felt like I would combust into smoke any moment now with how hot

"On your knees."

down on

things I would require for

but he

speaking and I fumbled for the tablet

was relaxed and almost forgot

"Crawl to me."

looked up he was standing by his desk with his ankles crossed and held the dollar bill

in front of him and said,

what he asked and when I

He crouched down.

he said, "The sight of you on

thumb brushed

am waiting for the

will I

swallowed and

to my lips and

my knees, I inched up and