His Toxic Addiction
Chapter 84: She was kidnapped.

Chapter 84: She was kidnapped.

"Oh, God_" Arissa moaned as she opened her eyes. She felt miserable with all parts of her body aching with pain.

Her head - her head was dividing into thousand pieces with a headache. Seating up, she placed her palm on her forehead, and with a gulp, she laid back on the bed again and that was when she noticed something strange.

The ceiling. This wasn’t her room ceiling. Her room ceiling was cloudy pink but this ceiling was a smoky black cloud mixed with gold, giving her the vibes of rapture.

She immediately sat up with fear. The room isn’t her’s. Has she been kidnapped? What happened to her last night and where did she go to?

And the bed; well, the bed was extraordinarily soft and comfy. It was as if she was sleeping on feathers. The bed in her room was also soft but not this soft but still, her mind wasn’t at rest.

"Where am I?" she murmured to herself and the possibility that she might be in danger weakened her. Not able to remember anything, she closed her eyes for a moment and rested her back on the headboard thinking.

This is bad! This was bad!!

What would now happen to Adele? She thought. Calming down, she closed her eyes as she forced herself to grab her memories from last night. Deep breaths in, recollections started clouding her memory little by little but from the moment she went downstairs, it suddenly stopped. Her memory could not go further and it was just as if that wasn’t her memory but someone else memory.

Fear clouded her memory. Could it be that the moment she went downstairs she was kidnapped?

"God, please," she pleaded with fear.

She remembered her crime yesterday. Could it be that those people came back for her? Lord, what happened?

She stood with her knee on the bed, her eyes turning calculative as she searched around for any possible weapons around.

Her arm injury stung the moment she knelt up on the bed. She instantly sat on the bed and with careful fingers, she pulled the neck of the shirt she was on over her shoulder, and then, she got another shock of her life.

Firstly, she was on another shirt. She remembered putting on a black T-shirt last night but now, she was on a gray shirt.

Her stomach tightened as she tried to remember when she changed herself. Remembering nothing close to that, she held her stomach and anger crawled up her skin.

Not only was she kidnapped. Her kidnapper also saw her body. She felt sick to her stomach and her breathing scattered.

There was only one person capable of kidnapping her and it would be that despicable father of hers. The fact that she was in a comfortable room explains it but...but who changed her, and why did they have to change her clothes. Not only that but her wound was also dressed.

With spread as fast as lightning, she touched in between her legs, up to her waist. She was still in her pantie - ’Was it the color I wore last night?’ She asked herself.

Without hesitation, she raised the hem of the shirt and relief washed all over her when she saw it was the exact pantie she wore last night.

Her heartbeat fastened with fear. She was hearing footsteps coming into the room from the angle that seemed to be the bathroom.

Moving closer to the lampstand, she prepared herself as she planned to use the lamp to deal with her whoever comes out of that door.

Holding her breath, one... two... and - she did not get to three when the folding door was folded from the inside. Raising her face to see the face of her damn kidnapper, she was awestruck, not knowing whether to sigh in relief or to rush towards the person at the door and use this lampstand on that face of his.

To be frank, Nicklaus’s presence made relief to watch all over her. His presence alone calmed all of the fears and ill feelings she was having just now.

Her eyes went away from his breathtaking eternal face and down to his body. She swallowed she saw that he was just on a white towel.

Nicklaus had always been handsome and would forever be handsome but right now, she was barely thinking as her eyes feasted on his open chiseled chest and strong abs covered in black ink matured tattoos.

Damn, damn those sexually tormenting muscles. The numbers of sin that could be committed by just looking at that body of his were too numerous to mention.

Seeing she was having a good time while feasting on his body, Nicklaus decided to stop walking so that his "wife" whom he loves getting attention from can drown him in with that gorgeous eyes of hers.

Man! He was dripping hot and was a good sex meal, Arissa thought. Her eyes went down to his v waistline and back to his chest. She knew he knows she was watching but still, Arissa wasn’t able to look away. She was having a hard time doing that.

Her eyes were almost bleeding from the unholy stare that created unholy scenarios in her mind.

Come to think of it, why did she not imagine it would be Nicklaus? The cloudy ceiling already explains it all but she had never thought he would be that low to kidnap her.

What the hell!

Remembering her situation and the fact that he saw her body without her permission, she immediately turned furious and it showed all over her. Even deep into her eyes.

"Nicklaus!" Her voice was laced with malice, "What am I doing here?"

Nicklaus rolled his eyes. Seeing her old self back, he just walked over to his vanity table nonchalantly. He would only answer her when she talks to him with respect or better still, go back to her good self from last night.

"I said, why am I here?" she asked, half yelling. She was confused and it made her scared and furious. What happened that resulted in her being in his room and on his shirt? The hell!

Wait....did they sleep on the same bed?