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."

find anything, I asked, "We are in the

your arse so hard

it made a

my lips shut and tried again,

my lip as I wanted

whore is a whore you need

that I would consider the place

felt my body flush at his insult and closed my eyes

more humiliation he added, "Oh, how can I forget you won't do anything unless money is on the

Name your prize."

and yet I could

Five years.

Almost six.

felt his touch,

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

"A hundred."

to buy groceries and a tub of ice-cream for Anna, for once

would help lift

back home at midnight, I had found her curled

had felt warm

and was unable to sleep because my little angel was coughing up

worry and I was

was the leftover chicken from the day

had at least

work today and I could spend my time with my angel and take care

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

know how God made these two the most strange and stubborn

each of them had similar

things when ill, but like her father Anna responded well to

an equal measure of sadness and happiness

to do about it then

that loved me back just as

Unconditionally.

His eyes narrowed and then

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

fingers shook as I unbuttoned my

One.

Two.

Three.

"Stop."

I stopped.

bra was showing and it felt like I would combust into smoke any moment now with how

"On your knees."

down on my

things I would require for

but he didn't

for

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

"Crawl to me."

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

to the floor in front of him and

asked and when I was near, looking up at

He crouched down.

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

thumb brushed

am waiting for

I

swallowed and

and hardened as I

up and got in