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."

eyes and when I didn't find

spank your arse so

so calmly it made

clamped my lips shut and tried again,

lip as I wanted to

A whore is a whore you need to learn your

that I would consider

body flush at his insult and closed my eyes against

added, "Oh, how can I forget you won't do

Name your prize."

yet I could feel

Five years.

Almost six.

his touch, anyone's for that

something told me that would change, he would make sure of it that by the end of this, whatever this was

"A hundred."

a tub of ice-cream for

cream would help lift her

I had found her curled up on the sofa

felt warm to the

my little angel was

with worry and I

the leftover chicken from the day before that caused the

had given her tonic which had at least relaxed her enough so

work today and I could spend my time with my angel and

to have ice cream and her cold will be

the most strange and stubborn creatures that each of them has

similar oddities that were endearing

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

felt an

about it then he

of him that loved

Unconditionally.

narrowed and then he

and pulled out a hundred dollar bill then

shook as I unbuttoned my

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

bra was showing and it felt like I would combust into smoke any moment now with how

"On your knees."

dropped down on my

things I would require for

frowned but

fumbled for the tablet to not

forgot that I was on my knees with my blouse half

"Crawl to me."

he was standing by his desk with his ankles crossed and held the dollar bill between

pointed to the floor in front of him and said,

what he asked and when I was near,

He crouched down.

sight of you on your knees cools the raging part that had been

thumb brushed

I am waiting for

I get

I swallowed and

eyes dropped to my lips and hardened as

knees, I inched up and