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."

I didn't find anything,

I'll spank your arse so hard you won't

casually, so calmly it made a cold shiver run down my

tried again,

down on my lip as I wanted to yell

whore is a whore you

are not my wife that I would consider the place to

felt my body flush at his insult and closed my eyes against the memory where once we

I forget you won't do anything unless money is on

Name your prize."

yet I could feel my

Five years.

Almost six.

felt his touch, anyone's for

sure of it that by the end of this, whatever this was I would hate him equally

"A hundred."

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

would help

When I had gone back home at midnight, I had found her

felt warm to the

because my little angel was coughing up all night and clinging

of discomfort to my daughter made me mad with worry and I

the day before that

which had at least relaxed her enough so

work today and I could

father, she would be delighted to have ice cream and her cold will be

most strange and stubborn creatures that each of them has a part of my

them had similar

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

was all him and sometimes I felt an equal

about it

part of him that loved me back just as

Unconditionally.

His eyes narrowed and then

in his pocket, he brought out his wallet and pulled out a

shook as

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

three buttons undone, the front of my bra was showing and it felt like I would combust into smoke any moment now with how hot I

"On your knees."

I dropped down on my

things I would require for

but he didn't

fumbled for the tablet to not miss

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

"Crawl to me."

desk with his ankles crossed

to the floor in

asked and when I was near, looking up

He crouched down.

rough as he said, "The sight

thumb brushed my

waiting for the

I

swallowed

and

I inched up