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 asked,

arse so hard you won't

it made a cold shiver run down

lips shut and tried again, "We are

on my lip as I wanted to yell at

whore is a whore you need to learn your

I would consider the

my eyes against the memory where once we had promised forever to each

humiliation he added, "Oh, how can I forget

Name your prize."

yet I could feel my body giving

Five years.

Almost six.

felt his

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

"A hundred."

to buy groceries and a tub of ice-cream

ice cream would

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

felt warm to the touch

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

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

leftover chicken from the day before that caused the

her tonic which had at least relaxed her enough

to go to the diner to work today and I could spend my time with my angel and

be delighted to have ice cream

know how God made these two the most strange and stubborn creatures that

had similar oddities

her father Anna responded well to cold things instead

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

had something to do about it then he

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

Unconditionally.

eyes narrowed and

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

as

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

my bra was showing and it felt

"On your knees."

down on my

things I

frowned but he

started speaking and I fumbled for the

the time he finished, I was relaxed and almost forgot that I was on my knees with my blouse

"Crawl to me."

startled and when I looked up he was standing by his desk with his ankles crossed and held the dollar

to the floor in front of him and said,

asked and when I was near, looking up

He crouched down.

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

thumb brushed my

I am waiting for

I

swallowed and

lips and hardened as I said, "You

up and got in his