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 asked, "We are in

arse so

it so casually, so calmly it made a cold shiver run down

clamped my lips shut and tried again, "We are

down on my lip as I wanted to yell at

a whore you need to learn your

are not my wife that I would consider the place to

flush at his insult and closed my eyes against the memory where once

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

Name your prize."

teeth and yet I could feel my body

Five years.

Almost six.

his touch,

change, he would make sure of it that by the end

"A hundred."

groceries and a tub of ice-cream

would help lift

When I had gone back home at midnight, I had found her curled up on the

warm to

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

discomfort to my daughter made me mad with worry and I was praying all night that she

day

had at least relaxed her enough so that she

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

like her father, she would be delighted to

these two the most strange and

of them had similar oddities

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

all him and sometimes I felt an equal measure of sadness and

do about it then he wouldn't

still have a part of him that loved

Unconditionally.

narrowed and then he

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

fingers shook as I unbuttoned my

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

undone, the front of my bra was showing and it felt like I would combust into smoke any moment now with how hot

"On your knees."

I dropped down

I

frowned but

and I fumbled for the tablet to not

relaxed and almost forgot that

"Crawl to me."

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

to the floor in

when I was

He crouched down.

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

thumb brushed my

waiting for

will I

I swallowed

to my lips and hardened

I inched up and got in