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(Okay, lets rewind a bit.)

"Are those camel bollo--"

(Still a little ahead.)

"Come back mommy--"

(Wayy too back)

"Ugh, can't even pee in peace."

(Ah, yes, right here.)

 Briar groaned as she rushed out of the bathroom, trying her level best to distract her mind with the eye-hurting, flashing colorful lights, the headache inducing loud music and the suffocating press of bodies in the raging party. Definitely not thinking about the fact that she had just rushed out of the bathroom when she heard noises, only to encounter a couple enthusiastically making out with very little clothing.

Damnit. Notice how wanting to forget something only makes you relive it in high definition detail? She didn't even get to finish her business properly.

Muttering to herself under her breath, she took a generous swig from the second cup of beer she'd picked up, cringing a little at the bitter zing. She'd made it a point to have alcohol when she was out on her revenge mission. She was already screwing Arden over, why not go all out, screw those uptight St. Peter's sisters and their stupid philosophy too?

She spotted her target on the landing of the staircase leading to the first floor of his mansion. He descended flanked by his gang consisting mainly of jerks and bitches, looking like some kinda king with his court, doing us low-lifes a great favor by gracing us with his ass'holy'c presence. 

She snorted at her own pun, then wondered if having two cups of beer on her first time drinking when she needed her wits about her was a bad idea. Eh, definitely not.

Sucking in a deep breath, she adjusted her scratchy black sequin dress and put on her best smile. Then she slowly approached him, so he'd see her before she reached him, looking at him until he turned his gaze on hers. She maintained the eye-contact, even when one of the bitches stopped her, and smirked a little as he called her to him, silencing them.

"Brie." his calloused finger brushed her cheek, not nearly as scorching as his eyes. She bit back her angry retort, forcing her voice to sound coquettish when she whispered, "It's Briar, actually." His face showed no reaction, "Brie is you nickname, silly." he tapped her nose, fingers moving down to grip her chin as she nodded breathless, gazing into the cruel dark depths of his eyes.

"I will join you later." he told his gang, not breaking eye contact with her. She looked back at him, but didn't miss the smirks or the slight pats on his back as the jerks passed by, or the mirthful smiles the bitches shot her. She resisted the urge to rip Arden's arm away and beat all of them with the very same hand. 

She maintained the same slightly-terrified-but-horny-and-infatuated-innocent girl expression as he pulled her behind him, up to the second and then the third floor, her destination according to the plan. Adrenaline shot up as he nudged the third floor door open, washing away some effects of  the alcohol. Well, that was good atleast, even if it induced a slight headache. It had no effect on her confidence though--that was fueled by hate.

Following him into the dimly lit space, her eyes had barely adjusted to it when Arden grabbed her by the waist and pushed her against the wall. Caught off-guard for a moment, she let her mask slip as she gasped, turning to look at him furiously before smoothing her expression down again.

He frowned at her a bit, and her heart pounded shitshitshitshit. Great Briar. Before he could say or think more, she pulled him down with her hands around his neck and kissed him. He hesitated for a moment of surprise, then kissed her back with as much force, his fingers pressing into her waist. She dug her nails hard into his shoulders in response, trying to channel her disgust and rage, and almost smiled with satisfaction when he groaned. This was the unpleasant part: she'd have to fool around a bit, and then--