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."

when I didn't find anything, I asked, "We are in

your arse so hard you

said it so casually, so calmly it made a cold shiver

lips shut and tried again, "We are

as

whore you need

I would consider the place

eyes against the memory

I forget you won't do

Name your prize."

my teeth and yet I could feel my body

Five years.

Almost six.

haven't felt his touch,

something told me that would change, he would make sure of it that by

"A hundred."

and a tub of ice-cream

ice cream would help lift her

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

had felt warm to the touch

and was unable to sleep because my little angel was coughing up all night and clinging to

bit of discomfort to my daughter made me mad with worry and I was praying all night that she wouldn't

from the day before that caused

given her tonic which had at

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

her father, she would be delighted to have ice cream

God made these two the most strange and stubborn creatures that each of them has a part

similar oddities that were endearing to

responded well to cold things instead of hot

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

to do about

of him that loved me back just as I had loved

Unconditionally.

eyes narrowed

wallet and pulled out

fingers shook as I unbuttoned

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

the front of my bra was showing and it felt like

"On your knees."

I dropped down on my

things I would require

but he

started speaking and I fumbled for the tablet to not miss

was relaxed and almost forgot that I was on my knees with my blouse half

"Crawl to me."

was standing by his desk with his ankles crossed and held the

pointed to the floor in front

when I was

He crouched down.

face, his fingers neither gentle nor rough as he said, "The sight

thumb brushed

waiting for

I

swallowed and

my lips and hardened as

knees, I inched up and got