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."

find anything, I asked, "We are in

arse so hard

it made a cold shiver run down

shut and tried again, "We are in the

as I wanted to yell

a whore you need to learn

my wife that I would consider the place to

eyes against the memory where once we had promised forever to each

I forget

Name your prize."

gritted my teeth and yet I could feel my body giving

Five years.

Almost six.

haven't felt his touch, anyone's

hated 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 him equally

"A hundred."

be able to buy groceries and a tub of ice-cream for

cream would

I had found her curled up

had felt warm to the

to sleep because my little

me mad with worry

chicken from the day before that caused the irritation

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

to the diner to work today and I could

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

the most strange and stubborn creatures that each of them has a part of my

similar oddities that were endearing to

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

sometimes I felt an equal measure of sadness

about it then he wouldn't ever know about

still have a part of him that loved me back

Unconditionally.

narrowed and then

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

as

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

front of my bra was showing and it felt

"On your knees."

dropped down on

down the things I would require

frowned but he

and I fumbled for

and almost forgot that I was

"Crawl to me."

when I looked up he was standing by his desk

floor in

what he asked and when I was near, looking up

He crouched down.

said, "The sight of you on your

brushed my

am waiting

I

swallowed

and hardened as

inched up