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 asked, "We are in the office,

my name and I'll spank your arse

so casually, so calmly it made

tried again, "We are in the office,

my lip as I wanted to yell at

whore you need to learn your

that I would consider

my body flush at his insult and closed my eyes

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

Name your prize."

and yet I could feel my body

Five years.

Almost six.

I haven't felt his touch,

make sure of it that by the end of this, whatever this was I would hate him equally if not

"A hundred."

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

would help lift her

at midnight, I had found her

felt warm

had been so worried and was unable to sleep because my little angel was coughing up all night and clinging to

me mad with worry and I was praying all night that she wouldn't get worse and

from the day

tonic which had at least relaxed her enough

to work today and I could spend my time

to have ice cream and

and stubborn creatures that

of them had similar oddities that were

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

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

about it then he

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

Unconditionally.

eyes narrowed and

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

fingers shook as

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

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

"On your knees."

dropped down on

I would

but he didn't

started speaking and I fumbled for the

the time he finished, I was relaxed and almost forgot

"Crawl to me."

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

floor in front

what he asked and when I was near, looking

He crouched down.

he said, "The sight of you

brushed my

waiting for

will I

I swallowed and

lips and hardened as I said, "You

knees, I inched up