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,

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

said it so casually, so calmly it made a cold shiver

my lips shut and tried again, "We are in the office,

lip as I wanted to

A whore is a whore you need to

are not my wife that I would consider the place

felt my body flush at his insult and closed my eyes against the memory where once we had promised

I

Name your prize."

yet I could feel my body giving

Five years.

Almost six.

I haven't felt his touch, anyone's for that

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

"A hundred."

of ice-cream for Anna,

cream would

at midnight, I had found her curled up on the

felt warm to the

to sleep because my little angel

of discomfort to my daughter made me mad with worry

the leftover chicken from the day before that caused the

tonic which had at least relaxed her enough

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

her father, she would be delighted to

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

each of them had similar oddities

but like her father Anna responded well to

an

had something to do about it then he

have a part of him that loved me back just

Unconditionally.

His eyes narrowed and

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

fingers shook as

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

three buttons undone, the front of my bra was showing and it felt like

"On your knees."

I dropped down

the things I would require for this

but he

for the tablet

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

"Crawl to me."

his desk with his ankles

the floor in front of

what he asked and when

He crouched down.

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

brushed my

am waiting for

will I

swallowed

lips and hardened as I said,

inched up and got in