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, "We are in

your arse so

said it so casually, so calmly it made a cold

my lips shut and tried

on my lip as I wanted to yell at

whore you

that I would consider the

my eyes against the memory where once we

he added, "Oh, how can I forget you won't do anything unless money is on

Name your prize."

my teeth and yet I could feel

Five years.

Almost six.

haven't felt his touch, anyone's

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

"A hundred."

buy groceries and a tub of ice-cream for Anna,

cream would help

I had found her curled up on the sofa coughing

felt warm to

because my little angel

me mad with worry and I was praying all night

chicken from the day before that caused the irritation in

which had at least relaxed

work today and I

be delighted to have

strange and stubborn creatures that each of them has

had similar oddities that were endearing

but like her father Anna responded well to cold things instead

all him and sometimes I felt an equal measure of sadness and happiness that

something to do about it then he wouldn't ever

I still have a part of him that

Unconditionally.

narrowed and then

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

fingers shook as I unbuttoned

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

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

"On your knees."

down on my

down the things I would require for this

frowned but he didn't

for the tablet to not

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

"Crawl to me."

desk with his ankles crossed and held

pointed to the floor in front

he asked and when I was near,

He crouched down.

"The sight of you on your knees cools the raging part that had been

brushed my

I am waiting for the

will I

I swallowed

and hardened as I

I inched up and