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."

his eyes and when I didn't find anything, I asked, "We are in

spank your arse so

so calmly it made a cold shiver run down my

shut and tried again, "We are

down on my lip as I wanted to yell at

whore you

are not my wife that I would consider

at his insult and closed my eyes against the memory where

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

Name your prize."

and yet I could feel my

Five years.

Almost six.

felt his touch,

me, I didn't… But something told me that would change, he would make sure of it that by the end of this, whatever this was I would hate

"A hundred."

tub of ice-cream for Anna, for once we would have a

ice cream would help

gone back home at midnight, I had found her

warm to

was unable to sleep because my little angel was coughing up

my daughter made me mad with worry and I was praying all

from the day before that

which had at least relaxed her enough so that she

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

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 of my

similar oddities that were endearing to

well

felt an equal

to do about it

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

Unconditionally.

eyes narrowed

wallet and pulled out

shook as I unbuttoned

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

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

"On your knees."

dropped down

I would require for

but he didn't

started speaking and I fumbled for the tablet to not

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

"Crawl to me."

he was standing by his desk with his ankles crossed and held

to the floor in front of him

he asked and when I was near, looking

He crouched down.

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

thumb brushed my

I am waiting

I

swallowed and

lips and hardened as

up and got