Blackmailed For Love

Kristian Aaron 

"No… No.No.No."

I murmured to myself, dark spots dancing in front of my eyes as I took an involuntary step back.I swallowed thickly as I realized he was coming toward the corridor where I was standing.I whirled around, my feet skidding on the polished floor.I have to hide from him.I have to hide.I wasn't a fool.I knew he was a man of his word, and I also knew he wouldn't keep his word to always love me and protect me when he had warned me and threatened to ruin my life.

And with a cold chill that settled deep in my bones I realized that he could, he could make my life miserable and he could ruin it with just a snap of his fingers if he ever saw me and found out anything about me.

I heard the soft thud of the shoes behind me and without wasting a moment I pushed open the first door I saw and slid inside the room.

It was dark so I fumbled a bit and then my knees knocked on something that felt like a couch.

I slid down on it and cupped my head in my hands, cursing my life and fate.

The room smelled of lemon and mint cleaning solution but there was also a distinct hint of musky cologne.

I wondered which room it was but I didn't have to wonder for long, as I realized fate was out to destroy me.I heard the door open a scant second later and then the lights came on.

Seriously, god? We need to make a deal, so you'd stop screwing me like this? Please, let this be Mrs Frank.

Please.

"Who the hell are you?"

That cold voice asked, making me shiver and my headache worse.I was going to faint.No, I thought maybe I was going to puke first and then faint.

Yes, in that order please.

And it'd be great if I could do the first on his thousand dollar suit.

deaf? What the fuck you are doing in

question he was

of his steps, the chances of

me the wish to

be a good

Nope.

It didn't happen.

once again failed to

fingers grabbed my arm and

gasped, my stomach rolling and my eyes closing to stop the spinning.And then I felt it, those cold

with the

Flinty and icy.

"You."

described what he felt for

took much effort on my part to open my eyes and when I

who could make my life worse than

memories crumbling between us, choking

us alone, standing

even an inch or two between us had felt too

ears.He looked just

shoulders were wide,

stubble covered his

was a fine quality to him, more mature than

His eyes were colder.

no

Well, he wasn't smiling.

but Kristian Aaron was a man prepared for anything and he proved it when a slow, chilling smile curved his lips, making a dark pit open up in my