Blackmailed For Love

 I'm not a wh.re I don't know how long it took me to come back to but passing out didn't help my headache.It was still throbbing like someone had hit me with a sack of bricks.

And then I remembered what had caused me to faint and I guess it was more like a load of past that hit me at the back of my head and rendered me unconscious.

Also, it just gave me a glimpse of how my future would unfold if I didn't manage to get out of here.

I peeked through my lashes, barely opening my eyes and saw him right away.

He sat behind the matte brown desk, writing something on the file that was open in front of him.

But what gave me a pause was that there on top of his nose were resting rectangular shaped spectacles.

I wanted to open my eyes so much and check him out especially those shoulders, they looked so wide and spectacular in that suit jacket.

And then I almost screamed out as his deep voice vibrated around the small office and tickled me like a feather as without looking up from his file he said, "I know you're awake."

I stayed there on the sofa, realizing belatedly that he must've put me here when I fainted.

My eyes once again went to him, this time on his fingers that effortlessly grabbed a pen as he wrote, his thick wrist that paused and he said in his cold voice, "Sit up, Elsa, or I'll make you."

My insides shivered and without wasting a second I sat up.I guess they were right when they said old habits die hard.

Because once upon a time I had followed his every order without him repeating it.I was a good girl.

His good girl.

I closed my eyes as I dealt with the sudden head rush, taking deep breaths I sent up another prayer to the God above.

Please, make this a dream- no, I mean a nightmare.

"Open your eyes, Elsa.You wishing for it won't make me disappear."

"You never know, mil— miracles happen."

before I could stop them,

fell loudly, the swish-swish of his pen

to see him putting the cap on the pen- at one time those long and blunt fingers

closed the file and

he did the sexiest thing, those fingers of his removed his spectacles

finally his eyes came to

the green

knew it for a fact that those green rings encompassed his eyes when he was fierce in his emotions, especially

looked at me like I was the

here and

chat, starting with why the fuck are you

but I could feel

seated in one of the chairs in front of his desk, I

He arched his brow.

now, Elsa, what are you doing here? And why are you here

I be in New York?" I

me to

lowered to a dangerous level, making me straighten in my chair because I knew

whore should stay behind closed doors out of the

to him, I betrayed him and I

I couldn't even come clean, no matter what happened in

forgive me because Kristian Aaron wasn't a forgiving type.He never does

but if by bad luck you managed to

like that and I loved it when he used his coldness at those who hurt

that I couldn't tell him, because

said, "I am

god, for not making me

rich

up from his chair and every fiber

And he didn't disappoint.