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."

searched his eyes and when I didn't find

my name and I'll spank your arse so

so casually, so calmly it

my lips shut and tried again,

on my lip as I wanted to yell at

A whore is a whore you need to

not my wife that I would consider the place

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

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

Name your prize."

my teeth and yet I could feel my body

Five years.

Almost six.

his touch, anyone's

But something told me that would change, he would make sure of

"A hundred."

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

cream would help

midnight, I had found her curled up on the

felt warm to the

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

worry and I was praying all night that she wouldn't

the leftover chicken from the day before that

I had given her tonic which had at least

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

she would be delighted to have ice cream and

made these two the most strange and stubborn creatures that each of

had similar oddities that

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

felt an equal measure of sadness and happiness that she

do about

that loved

Unconditionally.

narrowed and then

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

shook as I unbuttoned my

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

felt like I would combust into smoke any moment now with how hot I

"On your knees."

dropped down on my

down the things I would

but

and I fumbled for

relaxed and almost forgot that I was on

"Crawl to me."

looked up he was standing by his desk with his ankles crossed

floor in

and when I

He crouched down.

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

thumb brushed my

I am waiting for the

will I

swallowed and

eyes dropped to my lips and

inched up