Blackmailed For Love

A warning and a threat I wished good morning to the front desk receptionist as I passed by her and made my way toward the elevator banks.

Each step was sending a sharp throb behind my right eye as my migraine made its presence known like I wasn't already miserable enough.

Yesterday, after I finished my work here, it had been the busiest and most harrowing six hours in the diner where I worked the night shift and tolerated the uninvited attention of sleazy men which had led to the beginning of this horrible migraine.

I stepped into the elevator as the doors opened and pressed the button for the twenty fifth floor.

My mind went to the number of things I have to do but the one I was trying to ignore popped into the forefront of my mind.

Kaden asked me to go out on a dinner date with him.

A part of me wanted to agree to do that, have the whole dating experience but I knew it was something that would end up in disaster with just one glimpse into my past and what effect it had on my present.

But what if Kaden was someone who wouldn't care about all that and instead would provide something that I had lacked for all these years, Safety.

The elevator doors opened on the tenth floor and I sent up a silent prayer that this tin box wouldn't fill up with chattering people, and the god granted my wish in the form of the tall man whose eyes met mine and he smiled.

"Good morning, Elsa."

"Good morning, Kaden." I replied, my voice soft and subdued due to my headache.

His dark eyes sharpened on me and he asked, "Are you alright, Elsa?"

I shrugged and answered, "Just a little headache."

"Then you should've stayed home." I looked at him and wrinkled my nose.

"It's just my second day."

He chuckled softly and said, "No one would say anything if I'm giving you the day off."

"But, you are not my boss."

I keep telling you." He replied, arching

little and

am used to

later my headache had gotten worse, my right eye was blurry and I felt like I was going

my hands were shaking as I tried to sort the papers

yes, I wanted to ashh… ask where can I get the

lisp I was getting.It happened every time, whenever my migraine got

you can go to the on-site medical office.They'll

me.I looked down at the receiver

"Kyou… stupid!"

I hate this

And these stupid people.

the painkillers that would at least make this headache tolerable.I stood up and

that danced in front of my eyes,

made me want to run back into my tiny little office but I managed to keep

into the open area with a lot of cubicles, I heard the dark chilly voice that struck a familiar chord

over my own

care if your own mother was on the death bed, you should've been here for the

"Sir, I–"

began but his frigid voice cut

don't want to hear from

tightly, my pulse quickening as my mind tried to protect itself by

maybe conjuring up his voice, it wouldn't be the

has decided to

I am really sorry. It

"No, it won't."

voice was low and flinty, and carried

you have half an hour.Pack

forward and

man stood in the middle with