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."

his eyes and when I didn't find anything, I

I'll spank your arse so hard you won't

it

lips shut and tried again, "We are

my lip as I

a whore you

wife that I would consider

flush at his insult and closed my eyes against the

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

Name your prize."

and yet

Five years.

Almost six.

his

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

"A hundred."

of ice-cream for Anna,

cream would help

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

felt warm to the touch

unable to sleep because my little angel was coughing up all

slightest bit of discomfort to my daughter made me mad with worry and I was praying all night that she wouldn't get worse and fall

was the leftover chicken from the day before that caused the

at least relaxed her enough so that she

work today and I could spend my time with my angel

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

made these two the most strange and stubborn creatures that each

had similar

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

him and sometimes I felt an equal measure

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

that loved me back just as I

Unconditionally.

His eyes narrowed

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

fingers shook as

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

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

"On your knees."

down on

down the things I would

but

I fumbled for

relaxed and almost forgot that I was on my knees with my

"Crawl to me."

startled and when I looked up he was standing by his desk with his

in front

what he asked and when I was

He crouched down.

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

thumb brushed my

I am waiting

will I get

I swallowed

and hardened

my knees, I inched up