Chapter 4 Vixen

Jaxon's POV

“I’m glad you all showed up to make this night unforgettable.” I paused, smiling at the cameras staring me in the face.

This was far easier than I thought it'd be, I didn't even have to look at the notes Reene had squeezed in my palm, to tip me off in case I forgot what to say.

You could just say I was a natural. I allowed myself to savor the applause from the crowd, their encouraging smile, their nods.

I was going to be finally able to prove to Dad that he could trust me to handle his companies fully now.

I was an only son. While growing up I didn't really put any effort towards my Father's business. I became one of the most popular playboys, jumping from one trouble to another.

Some people still hated me now, because of my personality then.

I hated myself too.

I clicked off the microphone to more applause from the overwhelmed crowd. Feeling hot in the face, I managed to pull myself together and walk with firm strides off the podium.

Someone, extended a hand for a handshake. I took the hand warmly, flashes my best prince-charming smile and wriggled off. More handshakes came pouring in, untill I got back to my seat.

“You were amazing sir.” My Secretary smiled warmly. I nodded, my eyes set on the stage.

It was time for a music interlude before we proceeded into the next session of the Gala.

I looked on eagerly, I wanted to see how good that female singer was, that made her feel so confident.

Just then the Anchor introduced her.

She walked up to the stage, in her long black gown.

I could have mistaking her for a nun, with all that bit of clothing covering every inch of her.

Why was she so weird and confident?

Her behavior amused and intrigued me.I leaned back in my seat, as she picked up the microphone gracefully.

I cocked my head up, with raised eyebrows

I was dying to see if the ice-queen from the elevator could actually back up the attitude.

It would really look funny if she was just so-so, who depended on auto tune to sound nice.

She bent low, a hand to her back and did a small bow for the audience and then her voice picked up from there, as she stood up.

“Can you hold my hands—”

Omg!

My mouth fell open, she hadn't even started yet but her voice had already done some kind of magic on me.

I was staring unblinkingly at her

“Darling, can you find me a land

Where I could spend my best days,

With you everyday—

Till the morning comes.”

She paused softly, it seemed the entire room was in sync with her— everything seemed to had just paused and for the next moment.

All I could feel and see was her tender voice on a high pitched soprano and that stunning figure of hers…doing magic on the stage.

Could just a voice have this effect?

I turned around, maybe I was just the only one feeling this…

My Secretary had a dreamy look plastered on her face, she was staring hungrily at the stage like her most valuable treasure was there.. somewhere.

I chuckled softly.

What an amazing vocalist!

Hmm, I definitely had to meet with her.

“Could you hold me one more time

My love wouldn't cost a dime.

I just need to be with you, in your arms.” She slurred the last line, the hall erupted into applauses.

Suddenly she sustained the pitch climbing higher.

Someone gasped behind me.

“Wow.” I exclaimed softly.

She went another pitch higher.

The entire hall was already going crazy, applauses, gasps, shouts.

Some people even stood up from their seats, slamming their palm together.

She went higher again.

Wouldn't she get choked at this rate?

I was staring at her with disbelief, seeing her in an even more new sense every minute. Her voice was so enchanting, I felt so lightheaded watching her.

She paused, dropped two pitches lower and then entered the next song.

“Get your hands off me,

If you can't see that—”

“I'm into you!” The backup singers chorused, slowly the thumping of a drum kicked in, someone was playing a saxophone. The melody was just seamless.

I stood up, unconsciously jerking my head off at the music.

Good God, she certainly was something!

“Hey boss, thought you didn't enjoy classic music.” My leaned closer to me, teasingly.

“When I did say that?” I turned away from her.

She chuckled, I decisively ignored her.

Who wouldn't dance under such a powerful voice?

A minute or two later, she ended her performance.I grunted, wished it was longer.

She had made me fall in love with classics or rather her voice just had that magnetic force.

I waved my Secretary immediately, she dropped the microphone and walked off the stage.

“Hand the singer my business card,” I muttered. She looked at me surprised. I ignored her stare “tell her I would love to have a private audience with her tomorrow.”

She nodded and hurried off into the crowd.

I sat back, smiling to myself.

Vixen!

When Reene mentioned that name a month back, I had snorted at her. Even told her “I told Reene we weren’t running a talent show… clearly I was wrong”

Thank God she insisted, until I had to let her do it anyway— She was the one in charge of everything, she just had to inform me on what she was doing.

Vixen sounded so teenage though, I tasted the name in my mouth softly.

Reene slipped back beside me, a worried look on her face. I noticed it immediately she sat beside me.

“What's the matter?” I asked.

She took a deep breath and then the words poured out like acid on me.

“She threw back your card, and turned down the invitation offer, sir.”

My face flushed not out of embarrassment or anger or anything. I felt a jolt

What if she was one of those that hated my personality then?

A cold sweat broke on my forehead.

“It's okay.” I whispered to Reene who was still staring at me. “Let her be”

What if I had mistaken her resentment for rudeness.

Another jolt. The image of her cold panicked face, as I stepped into the elevator flashed into my mind.

I closed my eyes, trying to mentally dig out everything I could on her…

I felt it even more obviously than I had while I was in the carriage with her, we had crossed parts…somehow, somewhere.

I just couldn't place

But that face looked so familiar and…cold.

So familiar…