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

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

so calmly it made

tried again,

as I

a whore you need to learn your

that I would consider

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

I forget you won't do anything unless money

Name your prize."

I gritted my teeth and yet

Five years.

Almost six.

his touch, anyone's for that

make sure of it that by the end of this, whatever this was

"A hundred."

groceries and a tub of ice-cream for Anna, for

cream would help

I had found her curled up on the sofa coughing and

had felt warm to

unable to sleep because my little angel was coughing

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

chicken from the day before

tonic which had at least relaxed her enough so that she

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

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

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

similar oddities that were endearing

well to cold things instead of hot when she suffers from

all him and sometimes I felt an equal measure of sadness and happiness that she

something to do about it

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

Unconditionally.

narrowed and then

and pulled out a hundred

shook as I unbuttoned

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 hot

"On your knees."

down

down the things I would require for

but he didn't

speaking and I fumbled for the tablet to not miss

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

"Crawl to me."

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

to the floor in front of him

he asked and when I was near, looking

He crouched down.

as he said, "The sight of you on your knees cools the raging part that

thumb brushed my

waiting for the

I get

I swallowed and

and hardened as I said, "You

knees, I inched up and got in his