Blackmailed For Love

Chapter 20" He is in a mood

Did she run away?

Did she decide I was asking for too much? But, was I? Maybe… I don't fucking know.

From the very fucking beginning Elsa had made me confuse, made me fight my own self.

And she was still doing it half a decade later.

But… Where was she? Why wasn't she here yet? All those questions kept my mind in a spin, not making it possible for me to relax.

I paced in my office, my eyes darting to my watch for the fifteenth time and it was only five minutes since I last checked.

But my patience was shot to hell and I didn't care that it was only half past ten.

She was late and a pit had opened up in my stomach as to why she wasn't here yet.

I didn't want to admit it, what kind of man I would be if I admitted that I was fucking worried for the girl who had betrayed me, stomped on my heart and tore my trust into smithereens.

1 Did something happen? It was a hell hole where she lived.

I shouldn't have left her there.

I raked my fingers through my hair.

A fucked up part of me wanted her as much as before, but this time with a darkness that was out of control.

I had let her go, but now that she was here… I couldn't do it again.

I grabbed my car keys and stormed out of my office, unable to wait anymore.

3 Half an hour later I parked my car outside the rundown building and walked inside.

A thought for the safety of my car crossed my mind but for once I couldn't care less.

I walked up the stairs, not knowing where I was going but wanting to know if she was okay.

I will deal with her later after I had made sure that nothing bad had happened then I will let her know what happens when she keeps me waiting.

I came to the first floor and every door was locked. NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

On the second floor I saw an old man who didn't listen when I asked him if he knew about two women who lived here.

But then on the third floor 1 heard a middle aged man muttering as he locked a door.

"Leaving without paying rent.

Shouldn't have trusted her sad story.

It's always the same-"

"Excuse me."

The man tumed, looked at me up and down and said, "You don't belong here."

Tell me something I don't know like where my little girl was.

"I am looking for a girl and her mother.

Blonde hair, blue eyes…"

"Why do you ? "I am her husband."

He gave me a judgemental look that I didn't care for.

He said, "It seemed she left.

And didn't pay me the rent of the last week either."

"Do you know where she went?"

I asked, my patience running thin.

"How would I know…"

Then after a moment, he said, "Her daughter was looking for a job.

And isn't she too old for you, if you wanted a wife you should have chosen the younger one even though she has a dau—"

3 "Here…"

I handed him a few bills and said, "Now, I paid your fucking rent.

Tell me if you know where they went."

He took the money and pocketed it.

"The young one goes to the diner at the corner, also there is a women's shelter not far from here.

They usually go there when they have no money."

I turned around as I realized that the man really didn't have any idea about Elsa's whereabouts but still I made my way to the diner and then to the shelter when I didn't find her there.

For some reason, I felt helpless and there was this chasm inside me that spread with each hour that passed with me not knowing if she was alright.

I hated her for what she did.

I wanted to fucking make her miserable, break her the way she broke me but when she barged into my life she opened old wounds and made all the feelings I had vaulted inside me bubble over.

And in them one was the most obvious, I still cared for her fucking welfare even though she had hurt me and stabbed me in the heart.

Last night when I had looked into her terrified eyes, they had come back to haunt me making it hard to fall asleep so I spent my time by arranging a place for her to live so she wouldn't have to live in this filthy place with her mother who was sick and needed care.

5 In a perfect world I wouldn't have cared.

In a perfect world she wouldn't have betrayed me.

And in a perfect fucking world we would have been living in Black Mountain at Aaron estate with a family of our own, surrounded with the woods that has our secrets.

As the elevator took me to the top floor, my insides coiled with tension.

And my mind grasped for excuses because knowing Kristian he would make a scene and find another way to humiliate me for not coming in yesterday.

But even as the prospect of getting face to face with the Devil himself made me hesitate to step out of the elevator it still didn't dampen my happiness about the fact that not far from here I had booked a family suite for us.

Kaden hadn't just helped me, he had handed me a lifeline and he was too generous.

I wasn't sure how much money I would need so I had asked for five thousand dollars but shockingly without another word he had transferred ten thousand.

I had texted him but I hadn't gotten any reply, and now I just couldn't not acknowledge it.

I had to meet him and tell him how grateful I was for his help.

The elevator opened and I stepped out.

Unlike the floors below, here everything was quiet, it seemed even the air conditioner didn't dare hum in fear of the devil here, Phoebe the young inter gave me a small smile and murmured as if in warning, "He is in a mood."

i nodded.

I could guess why.

The moment I placed my purse on the desk the buzzer went off and I stiffened.

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath before I made my way to the glass doors of his office.

I didn't get to see him beforehand as the blinds were already drawn and it was the reason that he took me by surprise.

As soon as I entered, his strong fingers grabbed my hand and slammed me against the wall near the door.

"Ahh…"

An involuntary gasp left me as he held my hand behind my back while he pressed me into the wall.

"What are you doing?"

"Where were you?"

He sounded on an edge, like he was teetering between insanity and utter destruction.

I knew that side of him, I was familiar with it and it filled me with wariness.

"I wasn't feeling well— Ahh!"

I ended up moaning in pain when he twisted my arm and grabbed my hair.

Pulling my head backward, he leaned in.

His lips ghosted on my cheek and then he took my earlobe into his mouth and bit down on it.

He gritted out, "Liar."

"I am not lying,"

He let out a dark growl and slapped the wall near my head with too much force, "Lies, Lies, And lies!"

He turned me around forcefully and caged me between his body and the wall, "Why can't you be truthful for once? Why do you have to keep lying to me? For a second it seemed like his grey eyes were two pools of pain, but that must've been the play of lights because when I blinked and peered into his gaze all i found was hatred and cold intent.

"I know you weren't in your apartment.

I went there when you didn't come yesterday."

My stomach swooped down and my heart thudded in my chest at his answer.

He was too close to my secret.

If I hadn't left he would've known.

I swallowed a few times, still my question came out frightened, "Why did you go there?"

He didn't answer as he turned around and walked away from me.

I took a deep breath, trying to control my racing heart only to suck in a sharp breath and freeze on the spot as he ordered, "Get naked."

"Kris—"

He turned around and glared at me.

"Sir?"

"Did I stutter or do you have difficulty hearing?"

"But… I just came in…"

I trailed at the look he gave me.

"The office work-"

"The office work can wait.

Let's not pretend why exactly you are here,"

I swallowed.

His grey eyes raked down my simple black dress and he said, "We both know I was the first to fuck your virgin pussy, your blood on my cock was proof of it."

I felt the heat coating my neck and moving up to my cheeks and ears.

"But I never got to fuck your mouth, did I Because I thought you were too innocent.

Now, I wouldn't know if it was the truth or you just said it to keep your innocent act up."

o "I never lied The look he gave me had me shutting up.

"But it's been almost six years now and I'm sure you must've plenty of practice so let's put them to good use."

1 My eyes widened as his meaning sank in.

I shook my head.

"I— I haven't."

He narrowed his eyes on me and a cruel smile tilted his lips at the corners.

His hand slipped in his pocket.

He pulled out his wallet and showed me the five hundred dollars bills that he pulled out and placed it on the desk behind him.

"Get naked.

Crawl to me and offer me your mouth."