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."

didn't find anything, I asked,

your arse so hard you won't sit for

calmly it made a cold shiver run down

clamped my lips shut and tried again, "We are in the

bit down on my lip as

A whore is a whore you need to learn your

my wife that I would consider the place

and closed my eyes against the memory where once

add more humiliation he added, "Oh, how can I forget you won't do anything unless money

Name your prize."

gritted my teeth and yet I

Five years.

Almost six.

his touch, anyone's

he would make sure of

"A hundred."

able to buy groceries and a tub of ice-cream for Anna, for once we

cream would

at midnight, I had found her curled up on the sofa

had felt warm to the

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

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

leftover chicken from the day before

which had at

to work today and I could

father, she would be delighted to have ice cream and her

don't know how God made these two the most strange and stubborn creatures

similar oddities that were endearing

like her father Anna responded well to cold things instead of hot when

felt an equal measure of sadness and happiness that she

about it then he wouldn't ever know about

still have a part of him that loved me back just as

Unconditionally.

eyes narrowed and then he

out his wallet and pulled out a hundred dollar bill then put it down

as I unbuttoned my

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

three buttons undone, the front of my bra was showing and it felt like I would combust into smoke any moment now with how hot

"On your knees."

I dropped down

I

but

speaking and I fumbled for the tablet to not miss

forgot

"Crawl to me."

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

the floor in front of him

asked and when I was near,

He crouched down.

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

thumb brushed my

am waiting for

will I get

swallowed

eyes dropped to my lips and hardened as I

up and