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."

didn't find anything, I asked,

I'll spank your arse so hard

so calmly it made a

clamped my lips shut and tried

down on my lip as I wanted to yell

a whore you need to learn your

wife that I

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

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

Name your prize."

and yet I

Five years.

Almost six.

felt his

make sure of it that by

"A hundred."

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

ice cream would help lift her

at midnight, I had found her curled up on the sofa

had felt warm to the touch

so worried and was unable to sleep because my little angel was coughing up

my daughter made me mad with worry and I was praying all night that she wouldn't get worse

day before that caused the

had at least relaxed her enough so that

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

delighted to

don't know how God made these two the most strange and stubborn creatures that each

had similar oddities that were endearing to

father Anna responded well to cold things instead of

sometimes I felt an equal measure of

about it then he wouldn't ever know

him that loved me back just as I had loved

Unconditionally.

His eyes narrowed and then he

he brought out his wallet and pulled out a hundred

fingers shook as I unbuttoned

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

the front of my bra was showing and it felt like I would combust into smoke

"On your knees."

dropped down on

the things I would

frowned but he didn't

I fumbled for the

and almost forgot that

"Crawl to me."

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

in front of him

when I was near,

He crouched down.

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

thumb brushed

I am waiting for the

I get

swallowed and

my lips and hardened as I

my knees, I inched up and got