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 anything, I asked, "We

name and I'll spank your arse so hard you

so calmly it made a cold shiver run down

clamped my lips shut and tried again, "We are

as I

a whore you need to learn your

are not my wife that I would consider

my eyes

can I forget you won't do anything

Name your prize."

gritted my teeth and yet I could feel my body giving

Five years.

Almost six.

his touch, anyone's for that

he 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

"A hundred."

a tub of ice-cream for Anna, for

cream would help lift her

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

warm to the

to sleep because my little

discomfort to my daughter made me mad with worry and I was praying all night

it was the leftover chicken from the day before that

given her tonic which had at least relaxed her enough so

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

father, she would be delighted to have ice

most strange and stubborn creatures that

had similar oddities that

things when ill, but like her father Anna responded well to cold things instead of hot when she suffers from fever

felt an equal measure of sadness

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

part of him that

Unconditionally.

His eyes narrowed and then

he brought out his wallet and pulled

as I unbuttoned my

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

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

"On your knees."

I dropped down

the things I would require for

frowned but he

fumbled for the tablet

was relaxed and almost forgot that I was on my

"Crawl to me."

desk with

the floor in

and when I was

He crouched down.

nor rough as he said, "The sight of you on your knees cools the raging part that had been

brushed

waiting for

I

swallowed and

lips and hardened

I inched up