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."

and when I didn't find anything, I

your arse so hard you

so calmly it made

and tried again,

lip as I wanted to yell at

is a whore you need to learn your

are not my wife that I would consider the place to

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

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

Name your prize."

and yet I could feel my

Five years.

Almost six.

I haven't felt his touch, anyone's

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 Anna, for once we would have a bellyful of

would

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

felt warm to the

my little angel was coughing up

worry and I was praying all

from the day before that caused the irritation

tonic which had at least relaxed her

to the diner to work today and I could

to have ice cream

strange and stubborn creatures that each

each of them had similar oddities

father Anna responded well to cold

him and sometimes I felt an equal measure of sadness and happiness that

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

part of him that loved me back just as I had

Unconditionally.

eyes narrowed and then

wallet and pulled out

fingers shook as I

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

front of my bra was showing and it felt like I would combust into smoke any moment now

"On your knees."

dropped down on my

I would require

frowned but

fumbled for the tablet to

finished, I was relaxed and almost forgot that I was on my knees

"Crawl to me."

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

in front of him

when I was

He crouched down.

as he said, "The sight of you on your knees cools the raging part that had

brushed my

waiting for the

will I

swallowed and

my lips and hardened as

up