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

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

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

my lips shut and tried

my lip as I wanted to

whore you need to learn

not my wife that I would consider the

closed my eyes against the memory where once we had promised

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

Name your prize."

gritted my teeth and yet I could

Five years.

Almost six.

haven't felt his touch, anyone's

didn't… But something told me that would change, he would make sure of it that

"A hundred."

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

would help

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

felt warm

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

me mad with worry and I was

leftover chicken from the day before that caused the irritation in

had at least relaxed her enough so that

I wouldn't have to go to the diner to work today and I could

to have ice

God made these two the most strange and stubborn

had similar

Anna responded well to cold things instead of hot when she

sometimes I felt an equal measure of sadness and

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

him that loved me back just as

Unconditionally.

His eyes narrowed and

hand in his pocket, he brought out his wallet and pulled out

fingers shook as

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

felt like I would

"On your knees."

I dropped down on

the things I would require for this

frowned but he didn't

started speaking and I fumbled for the tablet

forgot that I was on my knees with my

"Crawl to me."

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

in front of

did what he asked and when I was near, looking up at

He crouched down.

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

brushed

waiting

I

I swallowed

lips and

up and got in his