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

your arse so hard you

casually, so calmly it made a

my lips shut and tried again,

my lip as I

A whore is a whore you need to

not my wife that I would consider the place

at his insult and closed my eyes against the memory where once we had promised forever

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

Name your prize."

I gritted my teeth and yet I could

Five years.

Almost six.

felt his touch,

make sure of it that by the end of

"A hundred."

ice-cream for Anna, for once we would have

ice cream would help lift her

back home at midnight, I had found

felt warm to the

because my little angel was coughing up

slightest bit of discomfort to my daughter made me mad with worry and I

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

had at least relaxed her enough

work today and I

be delighted to have ice cream and her cold will

know how God made these two the most strange and stubborn creatures that each of them has

similar

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

sometimes I felt an equal measure

something to do about it then he wouldn't

him that loved me back just as I had loved

Unconditionally.

eyes narrowed and then he

out his wallet and pulled out

fingers shook as I unbuttoned my

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

showing and it felt like I would combust into smoke any moment now

"On your knees."

I dropped down on

things I

frowned but he didn't

speaking and I fumbled for

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

"Crawl to me."

his desk with

to the floor in front

what he asked and when I was near,

He crouched down.

his fingers neither gentle nor rough as he said, "The sight of you on

thumb brushed my

I am waiting

will I get

I swallowed and

my lips and hardened as I said, "You

knees, I inched up and got in his