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.

you deaf? What the fuck you are

question he was

each of his steps, the chances of my

once… Grant me the wish to

would be a good

Nope.

It didn't happen.

again failed

grabbed my arm and hauled me

to stop the

grey with the green

Flinty and icy.

"You."

one word described what he

part to open my

heart.The man I was afraid of.The man who could make my life worse than it had

our eyes locked and our memories crumbling between us, choking me with

like everything fell apart, leaving us alone, standing a foot apart

or two between us had felt too much and now

in my ears.He looked just the way I remembered him.Even

shoulders were

covered

fine quality to him,

His eyes were colder.

no

Well, he wasn't smiling.

he proved it when a slow, chilling smile curved his lips, making a