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."

eyes and when I didn't find anything, I

arse so

casually, so calmly it made a cold shiver

my lips shut and tried again, "We are

as I wanted to yell

whore is a whore you need to learn

that I would consider

his insult and closed my eyes against the memory where once

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

Name your prize."

teeth and yet

Five years.

Almost six.

I haven't felt his

told me that would change, he would make sure of it that

"A hundred."

ice-cream for Anna, for once we would

cream would help lift

had gone back home at midnight, I had found

had felt warm to the

was unable to sleep because my little angel was coughing up all

slightest bit of discomfort to my daughter made me mad with worry and I was praying all night that she wouldn't

it was the leftover chicken from the day before that caused the irritation

which had at least relaxed her enough so

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

like her father, she would be delighted to have ice cream and her cold

and stubborn creatures that each of them has a part of

each of them had similar

well to cold

and sometimes I felt an equal measure of sadness and happiness

I had something to do about it then he wouldn't ever know about

still have a part of him that loved me

Unconditionally.

narrowed and then

pulled out a hundred

as I unbuttoned my

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

bra was showing and it felt like I would

"On your knees."

down on my

down the things I would require for this

but

started speaking and I fumbled for

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

"Crawl to me."

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

floor in front of him and

what he asked and when I was

He crouched down.

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

brushed my

am waiting for

I get

I swallowed

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

my knees, I inched up and got