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,

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

it so casually, so calmly it made a cold

shut and tried again,

as I wanted to yell at

is a whore you need

I would consider the

closed my eyes against the memory where once we had promised forever to

"Oh, how can I forget you won't do anything

Name your prize."

and yet I could feel my body

Five years.

Almost six.

haven't felt his touch, anyone's for

of it

"A hundred."

and a tub of ice-cream for Anna, for

would help lift

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

warm

to sleep because my little angel was coughing up all night and

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

was the leftover chicken from the day

her tonic which had at least relaxed

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

would be delighted to have ice cream and

God made these two the most strange and stubborn creatures that each of them has a part of my

similar oddities that were

hate cold things when ill, but like her father Anna responded well to cold things instead of hot when she suffers from fever or

felt an equal measure of sadness and happiness that

do about it then he wouldn't ever know

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

Unconditionally.

eyes narrowed and then

pulled

fingers shook as I unbuttoned my

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

front of my bra was showing and it felt like I would combust into smoke any moment now with how

"On your knees."

dropped down on my

I would require for

but he didn't

and I fumbled for the

he finished, I was relaxed and almost forgot that

"Crawl to me."

when I looked up he was standing by his desk with his ankles crossed and held the dollar bill between

floor in front of him and said,

asked and when I was near, looking

He crouched down.

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

brushed my

waiting for

I

swallowed and

eyes dropped to my lips and hardened as I said, "You

inched up and got in