Kiara

Kiara

I stood frozen. The crowded bar suddenly felt so suffocating. My hands flew on my neck.

A year. It had been exactly one year since Thomas Blade tore my life into pieces. I thought I’d escaped his shadow. I thought he’d forgotten I even existed.

During our marriage, I was a ghost. He barely looked at me. When he did, it was with pure disgust.

On our wedding night, while I sat trembling in a white dress, he told me he hated me.

He hadn’t touched me then. He hadn’t wanted me.

Now, he’d bought me.

For one night.

But No. I didn’t want to face him when I was in the dirt he had thrown me.

"Please, Manager," I whispered to Marcus. My voice shook. "Tell that man no. I don’t want to go with him."

I know what will happen if I see him tonight. Alpha King Thomas would laugh at my state. I couldn’t expect sympathy from that cruel Thomas.

Marcus hissed in my ear. "Are you crazy? You’re lucky Thomas Blade set his eyes on you. The other girls are dying to be under him. Please him, and he’ll shower you with money."

I wasn't lucky. I was cursed.

“Still No.. Anyone but not him..” I said to Marcus.

“Kiara, You have signed the exclusive deal. You can’t refuse. Plus he is Alpha king of the Moonlight Pack. We can’t offend him unless we want to close this bar forever.”

Marcus said. I was helpless.

The walk to his suite felt like a march to the gallows. My heart hammered against my ribs. Like a trapped bird begging for flight. I pushed the heavy oak door open.

The suite smelled of him. Sandalwood and power.

Even after the divorce. Even after he’d rejected our bond, I was still able to feel his smell.

I stood by the door. My legs were shaking.

A year ago, I was his wife. Tonight, I was just a girl in a striped dress he’d bought for the night.

Irony was, I never slept with him before. Not on the same bed. Not even in the same room. But tonight he paid for having a sex with me.

“Alpha King blade..” I decided to keep my voice fully professional. “I am here at your service.”

Thomas turned to me. His golden eyes were dark with a predatory heat.

"So you’ve started this work now?" he spat. Each word was a jagged stone. "Selling your body? You haven’t thought about the position you once held, Kiara?"

He looked at me with pure loathing. The same look he gave me in court when he signed the papers that ended us.

I felt the sob rising in my throat. I swallowed it down. I couldn't let him see the truth. I couldn't let him know I was starving, that I was desperate, that I had nothing left.

I couldn’t let him see me weak.

I forced a laugh. It sounded brittle. Dangerous. My reflection in the mirror appeared cruel. Just the way I wanted.

"No compulsion," I said. I smoothed the fabric of my dress over my hips. "Money. I have expensive tastes, Thomas. I need a lot of it. Money is everything for me. Above everyone and everything.”

His jaw tightened so hard that it might crack. The muscles in his neck pulsed.

He was looking for the innocent girl his grandfather had picked for him. The girl who used to blush when he entered a room.

A shy girl who did not even dare to meet his emerald eyes.

But now she was gone. He’d killed her.

"Oh, really?" His voice dropped to a lethal silk. "You were pretending to be innocent all this time? You had just put on a show?”

"Yes," I lied. I stepped closer, defying the instinct to run. The closer he got to me, the more my nervousness grew. My eyes drifted at the clock. "Now, are you just going to talk? Or are you going to do something? I have other appointments."

The air in the room snapped.

“Other places? Where?” He asked as if he had every right to ask my whereabouts.

But no more. He was my client for tonight and I was his mere prostitute.

“I am the most demanded prostitute of this club right now.” I blew my fingernails and smirked. “I don’t know how many clients I will get today. Perhaps three… Or five.. I have experience of handling many at a time.” 

In a blur of Alpha speed, he was on me. His hand clamped around my neck. Not enough to stop my breath, but enough to show me who he is.

“Your body is starving to get fucked?” He greeted his teeth. “You are too pathetic..”

He crashed his lips against mine.

It was a storm. It was a war. He kissed me like he wanted to erase every other man who had touched me. He tasted of whiskey and unbridled fury.

His tongue dwindled inside my mouth, battling with my tongue.

His hard chest pressed against my breast. My nipples hardened the moment my body touched him. Those buds, Gosh, He had felt it too.

I hated it. I hated him.

I shoved his chest with all my might. I broke the contact, gasping for air.

My lips burned. My heart raced like never.

Thomas didn't move. He stood there, watching me like a hunter watching wounded prey.

"What’s wrong? Scared?" He smirked. It was a cold, cruel sound. "You were boasting about your experience, Kiara. But one kiss took the wind out of you."

His lips twisted in a smirk. As if he knew something he shouldn’t.