Blackmailed For Love

A warning and a threatI 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 I £I 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."

keep telling you." He

a little and

am

I felt like I was going to either faint or vomit all

hands were shaking as I tried to sort the papers and put them in neat piles according to

wanted to ashh...ask where can I

bit down on my lip, recognising the lisp I

whenever my migraine got worse, my speech would

the on-site medical office.They’ll provide you with whatever

"Than—"

down at the receiver and

"Kyou...stupid!"

I hate

And these stupid people.

on my own two feet to get the painkillers

stood up and had to brace a hand on the desk as my

dark spots that danced in front of my eyes, I made my

hallway made me want to run back into

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

my own two feet as that voice

was on the death bed, you should’ve been here for the

"Sir, I—"

very diminutive voice began but his frigid voice

want to hear from you.You are

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

It couldn’t be him.

his voice,

already throbbing brain has decided to play more games

really

"No, it won’t."

low and flinty, and carried toward me like

repeat myself, you have half

step forward and peeked

man stood in the middle