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."

and when I didn't find anything, I asked, "We are in the office,

arse so hard you won't

so calmly it made a cold shiver run

tried again, "We

bit down on my lip as

whore is a whore you need to learn

wife that I would consider

body flush at his insult and closed my eyes

I forget

Name your prize."

teeth and yet I

Five years.

Almost six.

I haven't felt his touch, anyone's

of it that by the end of this, whatever this was I would hate

"A hundred."

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

cream would help lift

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

had felt warm

unable to sleep because my little angel was coughing up

with worry and I was praying all night that she

chicken from the day before that caused the irritation in her

had given her tonic which had at least relaxed her enough so that

to the diner to work today and I could spend my time with my angel

father, she would be delighted to have ice

the most strange and

them had similar oddities

well to

and sometimes I felt an equal measure of sadness and happiness

I had something to do about

of him that

Unconditionally.

His eyes narrowed

wallet and pulled out a hundred

fingers shook as I unbuttoned my

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

was showing and it felt like I would combust into

"On your knees."

down on my

I would

frowned but he didn't

and I fumbled for the tablet to

time he finished, I was relaxed and almost forgot that I was on

"Crawl to me."

by his desk with

the floor in front of him and said,

did what he asked and when I was

He crouched down.

neither gentle nor rough as he said, "The sight of you on your knees cools the raging

thumb brushed

waiting

I

I swallowed and

my lips and hardened as

my knees, I inched up and got in his