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

my name and I'll spank your arse so hard

so calmly it made a cold shiver run down my

clamped my lips shut and tried again,

down on my lip as I wanted to yell

is a whore you need

wife that I would consider the place to

eyes

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.

his

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

"A hundred."

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

ice cream would help lift

midnight, I had found her curled up on

felt warm

been so worried and was unable to sleep because my little angel was coughing

worry and I was praying all night

was the leftover chicken from the day before

had at

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

father, she would be delighted to have ice

God made these two the most strange and stubborn creatures that

them had similar oddities that

responded well to cold things instead of

an equal measure

had something to do about

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

Unconditionally.

narrowed

his pocket, he brought out his wallet and pulled out a hundred dollar bill then put it

shook as I unbuttoned

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

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

"On your knees."

I dropped down

things I would

but he

started speaking and I fumbled for

and almost forgot that I was on my knees with my

"Crawl to me."

he was standing by his desk with his ankles crossed

the floor in front of him and said,

when I was near,

He crouched down.

my face, his fingers neither gentle nor rough as he said, "The sight of you on your knees

thumb brushed

am waiting for

I

I swallowed and

dropped to my lips and hardened as

my knees, I inched up and got in