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 asked, "We are in the office,

and I'll spank your arse so hard you

so casually, so calmly it

tried again,

my lip as I wanted

a whore you need

are not my wife that I would

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

can I forget you won't do anything unless money is on the

Name your prize."

I gritted my teeth and yet I could

Five years.

Almost six.

haven't 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 this, whatever this was I would hate him

"A hundred."

a tub of ice-cream for

cream would help

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

felt warm to the touch

been so worried and was unable to sleep because my

worry and I was praying all night that she wouldn't

day

I had given her tonic which had at least relaxed her enough so that she

this money, I wouldn't have to go to the diner to work today and I could spend my

like her father, she would be delighted to have ice

how God made these two the most strange and stubborn creatures

had similar oddities that

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

an

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

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

Unconditionally.

His eyes narrowed and then he

he brought out his wallet and pulled out a hundred dollar bill then put it down on the

fingers shook as I unbuttoned my

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

three buttons undone, the front of my bra was showing and it felt like I would combust into smoke any moment now with

"On your knees."

dropped down on my

things I would require for

but

started speaking and I fumbled for the tablet to not

and almost forgot that I was on my

"Crawl to me."

desk with his

pointed to the floor in front of him and

asked and when I was near, looking up

He crouched down.

"The sight of

thumb brushed

am waiting

will I get

swallowed and

to my lips and hardened as I said,

knees, I inched up and got in his