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."

find anything, I asked, "We are in the office,

and I'll spank your arse so hard you won't sit for a

so calmly it made a cold shiver run down

my lips shut and tried again, "We are in

bit down on my lip as I wanted to

is a whore you need

are not my wife that I would consider the place

my body flush at his insult and closed my eyes against the memory

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

Name your prize."

and yet I

Five years.

Almost six.

his

told me that would change, he would make sure of it that by the end of this, whatever this was I

"A hundred."

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

cream would help lift

When I had gone back home at midnight, I had found her curled up on the sofa coughing

warm

because my little angel was coughing up all night

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

chicken from the day before that caused

at least relaxed

this money, I wouldn't have to go to the diner to work today and I could spend my

she would be delighted to have

most strange and stubborn

similar oddities that were endearing

well to cold things

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

to do about it then

have a part of him that loved me back just

Unconditionally.

eyes narrowed and

hand in his pocket, he brought out his wallet and pulled out a hundred dollar bill then put

shook as

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

it felt like I

"On your knees."

I dropped down

down the things I would require

but he

speaking and I fumbled for

the time he finished, I was relaxed and almost forgot that I was on my knees with my

"Crawl to me."

was standing by his desk with his ankles crossed and held the

floor in front of

asked and when I was

He crouched down.

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

thumb brushed

I am waiting

will I

swallowed

to my lips and hardened

knees, I inched up and