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."

telling you."

little and shook my

fine.I am used to

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

to sort the papers and put

yes, I wanted to ashh...ask where can I get

my lip, recognising the lisp I

happened every time, whenever my migraine got worse, my speech would come

go to the on-site medical office.They’ll provide

"Than—"

on me.I looked down

"Kyou...stupid!"

I hate this

And these stupid people.

I’d have to go on my own two feet to get the painkillers that would

to brace a hand on the desk

dark spots that danced in front of

bright lights in the hallway made me want to run back into my tiny

with a lot of cubicles, I heard the dark

over my own two

your own mother was on the death bed, you should’ve been

"Sir, I—"

his frigid voice cut off the other

to hear

my pulse quickening as my mind tried to protect itself by whispering again and again, trying to convince me that

It couldn’t be him.

maybe conjuring up his voice, it wouldn’t be the first

brain has decided to play more

really

"No, it won’t."

flinty, and carried toward me like

you have half an

a step forward

stood in the middle with