The question threw me off guard, I expected her to throw a fit and tell the security guards to lock me up.
I kept staring at her in amazement as she kept staring at me with nothing but curiosity burning in her gaze.
I lowered my head, the courage from the alcohol gone now that I had been caught.
"I wanted to know how you made your clients happy," I said meekly.
Vixen looked downright stupefied with the words that left my lips. I closed my eyes as the shame washed over me.
She said nothing, she reached into her bag at the side of the chairs and brought out a cigarette.
She offered me one but I just start
ed at the death stick with an offended look and gently shook my head.
She shrugged like she was saying I should suit myself.
"Who is your master?" she asked.
If I thought Vixen was an angel before, she sad a goddess. Her voice matched her body and she spoke with such calm demeanor despite the sultry tone in her voice.
"Why?"
"Because I can teach you how to please him," she said as a matter of fact.
I envisioned it and I wanted to say I already knew how to please him. But why was I here pretending everything was fine?
"Killian Black," I said in answer to her question.
Her eyes widened, "Really? Wow! That caught me off guard." she chuckled.
"What's wrong?" I asked her.
"It's just I have never heard someone admit that they slept with Killian before. So I am wondering how you did it."
My brows rose to my hairline in surprise, "What?"
Vixen leaned in, "What's in that pussy of yours? Gold?" she asked.
I burst into laughter at the absurdity of her question.
"What the hell?"
"No, because I gotta know. That man has everyone walking on eggshells around him. Every girl wants to fuck him, to see what it means to be under Killian Black but they have all failed woefully."
The grip around my heart lessened once I heard that, it made me happy that no one could land him except me.
For once, my trip to the club didn't seem bad.
Vixen crowded me in the chair, her eyes sparkled with excitement as she spoke.
"So tell me, what does it mean to sleep with Killian Black?" she asked.
I took a deep breath, "Gosh, I don't know."
I didn't feel good indulging in our private affairs but she looked genuinely curious.
"This is a safe space." she gestured to the room.
I snorted a laugh at the pun.
Vixen looked at me like I had lost my mind.
"I am waiting."
"Well, he is a good man and he treats me so well."
She scoffed, "That's not what I asked and you know it. I need details like," she leaned in, her lips almost touching mine.
I could perceive the smoke from her.
"Is he as cruel as he looks? I heard he is made of granite." She looked at me.
I sighed, "Yes, that's true."
I was defeated.
I let myself walk into an already-made Killian fan club.
"So what's the problem? You don't like it?" she asked.
Tears filled my eyes suddenly as I thought about it. What is it I wanted for us?
My chest betrayed me once again by tightening making the words difficult to say out loud.
"Come on, what is it?" she pressed on.
I turned my head to the side and took deep breaths, it wouldn't help if I had a panic attack in there.
"It's just..." I looked at her and sighed when I saw how wide her eyes were.
I couldn't disappoint her now.
"He likes massages when he is in a good mood and yes, he is as cruel as they said maybe even more."
She nodded for me to go on.
I gulped, "he is the true definition of a sadist and according to him, he likes to kill people."
The tears fell uncontrollably from my eyes, I didn't dare stop them and Vixen didn't either.
My vision blurred as tears filled up my eyes, I held my chest to relieve myself from the tightening.
"I like Killian, I do but I am so scared of him right now. The last time we met, he wasn't kind and almost killed me. I am so confused."
"Oh honey," Vixen patted my back as she shook her head with pity.
"I want him to see me as a partner and not a slave. I want to marry him and build a family with him but I am afraid he would never see me that way."
"Or kill me when he gets tired of me." The last line sent me bawling like a baby.
Vixen consoled me as she rubbed my back, murmuring for me to get it out.
Once I started, there was no stopping me. I offloaded everything and my chest didn't feel right anymore.
This was a fucked up way of a therapy session.
"You must think that I am a nut case," I said.
Vixen shook her head, "No, believe me, or not but this is the last thing we have to worry about here in the club."
She reached into her bag and gave me a tissue, I accepted with thanks and blew my nose.
I felt a whole lot better now that I had gotten everything off, I looked at her and she was staring back at me.
"I am so sorry for all the mess."
"Why would you think he would kill you?" she asked.
I furrowed my brows at her question but shrugged.
"The last time we met, he strangled me so bad that I almost lost consciousness and I had to beg him to let go of me. He seemed to be happy that I begged. He got off on hurting me to that extent. How can I not be afraid of him?
I asked the question to myself that, she made a sound at the back of her throat.
I had calmed down and because of my stupidity, I was unable to miss the excitement in Vixen's eyes as she absorbed the information.