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."

I didn't find anything, I asked, "We are in the office,

name and I'll spank your arse so hard you won't sit

said it so casually, so calmly it made a

lips shut and tried again, "We

on my lip as I wanted to yell

is a whore you need to learn your

wife that I would consider the place

closed my eyes against the memory where

can I forget you won't do anything unless

Name your prize."

yet I could feel my

Five years.

Almost six.

felt his touch,

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

"A hundred."

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

ice cream would

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

warm to the touch

my little angel was coughing up all night and clinging to

worry and I was praying all night that

the leftover chicken from the day before

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 my angel and

she would be delighted to have

strange and

of them had similar oddities that were endearing

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

an equal measure of

I had something to do about it then he

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

Unconditionally.

eyes narrowed and

his wallet and pulled out a

as

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

and it felt like I would combust into smoke

"On your knees."

down on

down the things I

frowned but he

and I fumbled for the tablet to

I was relaxed and almost forgot that I was on my

"Crawl to me."

when I looked up he was standing by his desk

in front of him and

did what he asked and when

He crouched down.

cupped my face, his fingers neither gentle nor rough as he said, "The sight of you on your knees

thumb brushed

am waiting for

I

swallowed and

eyes dropped to my lips and hardened as I

knees, I inched up and got in