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."

and when I didn't find anything, I asked, "We

spank your arse so

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

clamped my lips shut and tried again,

down on my lip as I

is a whore you need

I would consider the place to

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

"Oh, how can I forget you won't do anything unless money is on the

Name your prize."

gritted my teeth and yet

Five years.

Almost six.

his touch, anyone's for

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

"A hundred."

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

ice cream would help lift her

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

warm

sleep because my little angel was coughing

worry and I was praying all night that

chicken from the day before that caused the irritation in

I had given her tonic which had at least relaxed her enough

the diner to work today and I

delighted to have ice cream and her

the most strange and stubborn creatures that each of them has

of them had similar oddities that were endearing

Anna responded well to cold

him and sometimes I felt an equal

if I had something to do about it then he wouldn't ever

him that loved me back

Unconditionally.

narrowed and then

his pocket, he brought out his wallet and pulled out a hundred dollar

fingers shook as

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

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

frowned but he

I fumbled for

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

"Crawl to me."

desk

to the floor in

he asked and when I was near,

He crouched down.

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

brushed my

waiting for

I get

I swallowed and

and hardened

inched up and