Blackmailed For Love

I paced in my office.
My real office.
With floor to ceiling windows it allowed me to feel less caged.
There are no forests to be found in New York where I could take a walk and hide from my demons.
But here in my office and in my penthouse I felt safe, away from the people who bother me with their inability to control their
stupidity.
This was the place where my mind wasn't in constant chaos but calm.
And yet it wasn't the case now.
Right now, I was anything but calm.
The blinds of my office that allowed me to look out into the open space where only two of my immediate employees- my personal
assistant and the intern, worked were open, so I could see when she stepped out of the elevator and walked toward Jenna.
Today she wore a black skirt and another pink blouse that stretched across her chest.
The skirt looked like it had been washed enough times that the black would soon turn to grey.
And not just her clothes, she looked like she hadn't even slept the previous night.
Her face was drawn tight and her eyes weren't as bright as they should be.
Elsa Huxley was the first girl who had managed to sneak past my defences and barred doors of my heart.
Her big blue eyes filled with innocence had made me incapable of seeing or even doubting that there could be a lying and
greedy person behind that facade.
She had made me crazy, put me in a moral dilemma and I had fought against it but I was nothing against her charm and
innocence and those blue eyes.
They had been my downfall.

She had been so beautiful, untouched and perfect, and the twist of fate was that she still looked like it.
She still looked so beautiful.
Her small body had filled out.
The curves that now graced her body invited me to grab her tiny waist and fuck her from behind.
I couldn't help my body's reaction, it seemed no matter what she did to me, how she fûcking betrayed me, my body was still
attracted to her.
It still wanted her.
That day when I saw her in my tiny office I couldn't believe my eyes.
I had pushed all thoughts of her out of my mind over the years, the only time I heard her name was when Kristoff would ask
about her in a conversation but then too I would shut him up and change the topic.
But here she was... And one look at her had my past coming down around me like a waterfall filled with broken glass.
I wasn't lying when I had threatened her to not show me her face.
It didn't matter how much I cared for her, I would've given my life and everything she would've asked in the past before she
betrayed me but she thought that betraying me for money was the better choice.
She must've thought that she would be able to make something out of her life with the money but maybe Karma got to her and
here she was working for me.
And giving me a chance to enact my threats.
To get my revenge against the merciless creature that hides behind those big blue innocent eyes.
Now Elsa Huxley would learn what happens when I'm on the opposite side because she only knew me when I stood beside her
and protected her.
I watched as she turned to look inside my office.
Our eyes locked and I saw the trepidation in her eyes.

I smirked, letting her see what awaits her.
Yesterday, I had been so fucking furious when she had gone through her lie.
She had walked in that building like I would believe that she lived there.
But I had waited for her to emerge and when she did I had followed her.
I would've followed her all the way to wherever she was living but then she had disappeared in the subway and I couldn't leave
my car.
Tonight though, I will find out where she lives and then we will have a chat about her lying habits.
Jenna grabbed her purse and walked to my office door.
She has been my assistant for two years now.
With her married status and the fact that she loved her husband, I hadn't had to fend off her advantages or fire her.
I wanted my space to be without any nonsense and drama, and she lacked in both.
She knocked once and when I bid her to enter, she did so.
"Mr Aaron, I have told Miss Smith everything she needs to know.
She seemed to be quite competent and I'm sure she'll handle you."
i smiled to myself.
I gestured at her swollen stomach and asked, "How's the baby, Jenna?"
"Oh..."
Her hand went to her stomach and pleasure lit her eyes.
"It's fine.
And very healthy.
Thank you for making an appointment with your Doctor friend, she was quite lovely and very supportive."

I nodded.
"It's nothing."
"It's everything.
My husband and I are very grateful for your help.
We couldn't have afforded her and also the things you sent–"
"Jenna."
She fell quiet.
"You can go.
Enjoy your extra weeks of holiday by resting and leave a message with my new assistant if you need anything.
You can come back after the baby is born and when you feel like you are ready to go to work."
1 She smiled and I looked away when her eyes softened in gratitude.
"Thank you, Mr Aaron."
A moment later I heard her walking out and shutting the door.
Once upon a time I'd had similar dreams like Jenna and her husband's.
And I was ready to work for them but then life taught me a lesson what happens when you place your trust and heart in
someone's care.
I rounded my desk and sat down on my chair, not a moment later I heard another knock.
I didn't invite her in.
Another knock came.
And another.

After three minutes passed and what must've felt like an eternity to the impatient girl standing on the other side, I finally said,
"Come in."
She slammed the door open.
Her blue eyes came straight to me.
Her jaw was clenched and there was tension in her shoulders as she walked in.
Even though she had grown up, she was still beautiful and still looked innocent but i knew it was all a surface she maintained to
fool people around her.
God fucking knows how many men she must've fücked with in both the senses of that word after me.
Those poor bastards wouldn't have known what hit them, just like me I stayed silent as she stood there.
My eyes taking her in from this close, she really looked tired.
I wondered what made her look like that but quickly dashed that thought away.
I shouldn't care.
I don't care.
"I can't do this.
You can't change my job profile.
I was to work in a file room, not as your personal assistant."
When I didn't say anything and just stared back at her, she made a rough growl in her throat and I felt my cock stirring in my
pants as her cheeks flamed with her anger.
She walked a few steps to my desk and slammed her palms down on it.
"I won't do this job."
Tired of her, I finally looked up at her, met her eyes and let her see the coldness in mine.

She flinched but gathered herself quickly.
"You gave yourself to me, Elsa.
Are you forgetting it?"
"I haven't forgotten anything.
I know what this is and I know why you are doing this.
You want to play your twisted games with me because you think you deserve revenge—"
"I.
Do.
Not.
Just.
Think.
It.
I fucking know it."
She swallowed at my chilling response and licked her lips.
She said, "And I said you can have it.
I allowed it on my terms, where I knew my job was secure.
I can't let you change my job profile and at the end throw me out when you are done."
Poor girl.
I doubted I would ever be done with it.
She had given me wounds that ran so deep that there was no healing them.

I would do the same to her.
"You will do what I order you to.
And that's that."
For some reason she wasn't as submissive as she was yesterday and the day before.
Today, she looked tired, rattled and lashing out because of the fear that sparkled in her big blue eyes.
"Fine.
Then, I am quitting.
I don't need your money."
of course, it always comes to money for this fucking bitch.
"Are you sure you want to quit, little girl?"
I stood up from my chair.
"What would you tell Mrs Huxley? Isn't she in need of professional care according to what you filled in your forms or was it
another lie?"
She swallowed as I came closer to her.
"Or, because you just can't do honest work you'll let your mother suffer? Are you that selfish?"
"She won't suffer.
I'll find another job."
Her bottom lip trembled but she bit down on it and glared at me.
"Any place would be better than here."
"Has Jenna told you the salary for my personal assistant?"
I questioned.

Leaning down, I said, "It's twelve thousand, and considering you have just passed high school you should be grateful for the
offer."
She gritted her teeth looking unimpressed but I saw the way her eyes registered the amount.
I felt disgusted and said, "I will give you fifteen, considering..."
I let my eyes drop down the length of her body, "I will have other uses of you."
Her nostrils flared and she said, "T'wenty."
1 curled my fingers into a fist in my pocket.
I shook my head, "You already asked for extra payment for cach thing I'll ask you to do."
She nodded.
"Yes.
And I'm asking for twenty for my job as your P.
A."
She looked surprised and then asked, "You will give me that much just to torture me?"
I nodded, lifted my hand to capture her chin and said, "I will do anything to make you feel even the quarter amount of pain that
you made me suffer through."
2 She blinked at me, and gave me a stiff nod before she turned around and left my office.