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

loudly, the swish-swish of his pen on

the pen- at one time those long and blunt fingers had touch pleasure and also wiped my

closed the file and placed the pen on

his removed his spectacles from his

then finally his

greys with the green rings

green rings encompassed his eyes when he was fierce in his emotions, especially when out of control in

I

here and take a

chat, starting with why the fuck are

a moment but I could feel his gaze

in one of the chairs in

He arched his brow.

you doing here? And why are you

in New York?" I

want me to

in my chair because I knew

closed doors out of the

betrayed him

couldn't even come clean, no matter

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

bad luck you managed to gain him as an adversary he'd smash you down into bits and pieces without any

loved it when he used his coldness at those

there was another reason that I couldn't tell him, because I knew

and said, "I am here

you, god, for not making me

conning rich

his chair and every fiber of my body tensed up, waiting to

And he didn't disappoint.