His Vixen

CHAPTER 1: THAT NIGHT.

Hot.

The scalding heat was all Kiara could feel, her mind was too fuzzy to comprehend what was going on. Her body was weak and burning as she moved speedily. She didn't have a clear clue about what Janice had given her but from the feeling in her body, it was nothing good.

Janice had said they'd go out to mend their relationship, yet, here she was, moving as fast as she could away from the danger Janice had put her in. It was obvious she had been drugged. The only question she had was why?

She had been ready to bury the hatchet with her sister and now here she was.

Janice had taken them to the bar of a huge hotel in the city. Kiara, although weary of Janice, had gulped down the drink ordered for her by her conniving sister.

Huge mistake.

After draining the glass of its contents, Kiara's head started to buzz. Her eyes became glossy and unfocused as her mind became hazy.

Janice smiled maliciously at her sister.

"Kiki, what's the matter?" Janice had asked with false concern.

Kiara tried her best to stay focused as her head kept ringing.

"I don't feel to well. I want to go home". Kiara replied.

"I'll check you into the hotel then, it's already late". Janice said softly.

She led Kiara by the hand to an already pre-booked room and went out to make a call. The door was not closed completely and Kiara could faintly hear what Janice was saying.

Her eyes widened in horror as she realized what was happening.

"The girl is ready. The drugs she has taken will soon kick in completely and then you can do your business with her. Remember, once you guys are done you'd send the evidence to me so I'd have something to blackmail her with. This is a fool-proof plan so you had better get here quickly".

Janice laughed manically as she waited out the door. Kiara knew that if she didn't actually quick, her whole life would be in danger.

She quietly took off the heels she wore and sneakily set them at the door. She stayed at the back of the door as she put her plan to action.

"Janice, could you come help me with my dress". Kiara called as she tried her best not to loose consciousness from the effects of the drug. It was kicking in fast, really fast.

Janice cursed under her breath as she came forward into the room.

As Janice walked in, she didn't notice the heels by the door. Kiara took the initiative and pushed her sister slightly from behind, causing her to trip on Kiki's heels and hers to. Janice's ankle bent awkwardly as she fell face flat on the ground.

Kiara used the distraction and bolted out of the room with her bare feet as Janice screamed in agony. At this point, Kiara was in a battle within herself. Her body started to heat up and she could feel herself loosing all her rationality. She fought with all her might as she ran quicker through the hotel till she found herself at the VIP area.

She knew the people Janice had been conversing with might have already come and had started looking for her. Kiara backed into a door. The door was slightly opened so Kiara entered the room and shut the door behind her.

The room was dark. The drug was in full effect now.

The heat kept spreading throughout her body and she felt like she was on fire. All her reasoning at this point had flown out the window. Stumbling through the darkness, she found herself on a bed. However, she was not alone.

On the bed, she could only see the silhouette of a man in the dark. Kiara was only acting via the drug and was as good as drunk.

She clung to the man sleeping peacefully on the bed. He stirred slightly before turning around to face Kiara.

"Who the hell are you? What are you doing here? Who sent you?" His sharp voice called out in the dark. Kiara was oblivious to what he was saying as she pressed her body to him.

"Help me. Make it go away". She said in a pained voice.

The man man still in a sleepy daze was not prepared for what happened next. His lips were forcefully captured by the soft ones of Kiara.

The man had drunk alot that night and his assistant had to personally drag him to his room. Although his voice was sharp, his mind was just as hazy as Kiara's.

Before long, Kiara was ontop of him, kissing him fiercely as she tried to extinguish the fire burning in her. The man had also responded to her advances.

His lips traced kisses down from her ear to her neck and he bit down softly. Kiara let out a small sound. After a while, their clothes had departed from their bodies. The man had spun them around so he was on top and Kiara kept writhing below him.

The room was dark and quiet, only the sounds of moans and grunts could be heard from the couple on the bed. It was a long night.

The next day.

The sunlight shone brightly through the windows. The man had woken up with a start as he looked beside him. His face grew dark and cold as he saw the sleeping woman laying by his side. The memories of last night flashed in his mind and he cursed.

Kiara woke up a few moments later. It took her a while to catch her bearings. Her eyes widened as she took in the scene. The man stared at her and she panicked.

What the hell happened last night? Who's this man?

Her thoughts were all jumbled up.

She quickly scrambled to her feet and picked up her clothes that were laying carelessly on the floor. Kiara wore her clothes as quickly as she could as pain seared through her body.

It wouldn't take a genius to figure out what happened in the room. Her fa was pale and ashen. Kiara held back her tears and the man just stared at her.

she was about to hurriedly leave the room when a firm hand grabbed her wrist and turned her back to the wall, slamming the door shut.

She didn't know when the man had put on briefs but was thankful. She also couldn't comprehend how he swiftly caught up to her.

"Who sent you here? Who are you?" His voice was cold and dangerous and his aura was more so.

"No one". Kiara asked as fee tears welled up in her eyes. She wanted to run out of here as quickly as she could.

The man didn't seem to believe her as he pressed her firmly against the wall.

Kiara's aching body was crying out. She winced at the force the man exerted. He seemed to have noticed her pain and softened his pressure but his face remained the same.

"I was drugged. Last night was an accident. I'm sorry". She rushed out.

The man let her wrist go. Kiara used the opportunity to place her hands on the man's chest and push him hard. He was obviously caught off guard as he almost lost his balance.

He glared at Kiara.

Kiara finally got a hood look of him. Her eyes widened in shock as she remembered his face.

Sebastian King. The first son of the King family and a very wealthy man in the whole country. He had also been voted as one of the most gorgeous men in the country.

The tabloids didn't lie, he was indeed gorgeous.

His face looked like it had been carved meticulously from the finest jade, his body was toned and fit that he looked like a work of art. He resembled a Greek prince as he stood in barely any clothing. His dark obsidian eyes glared sharply at Kiara. His perfect lips pressed into a straight line. His long black hair reached his shoulders. His jaw was tightly clenched.

Kiara's heartbeat sped up.

Although. Sebastian King was a hot specimen of a man, he had a record of having a short temper. No one really knew much about him, other than the fact he owns a multi-billion company, and that he was gorgeous with a temper, no one knew a thing about him.

Sebastian openedhis mouth to say something but Kiara beat him to it.

"I'm really sorry. It was my fault, I'll get going now. I'm really sorry for last night Mr King".

Before Sebastian could say anything, the door flung open and she ran out. In her frenzy, she bumped into a middle aged man who had been about to open the door to Sebastian's room.

Kiara let out a swift apology and dashed down the hall and quickly rushed out the he building without looking back.

the middle aged man stared at Sebastian in confusion.

"I don't care how, but find out everything about that girl that just ran out, bring it to me by sundown". He ordered and went to the bathroom to freshen up