Four

A bright ray of early morning sunshine filters through the window blinds and lands right on my face.

Slowly, I start to wake up. I blink my eyes in confusion and feel the bed, only to realize that the sheets are scattered and the bed is soaked through with my sweat. "Not again." I must have had another nightmare last night.

The nightmares were occuring more frequently and I had concluded that it was because I had returned to New York and met with Jason and his clique, my tormentors.

I remembered the events of last night and could not help but smile.

I knew that I surprised all of them with my appearance and the bet, but most especially, I surprised Jason more with the conditions that I gave for the arrangement.

I rolled out of bed and took a long, hot shower. Then, I dressed up and picked an outfit from one of my suitcases that were stashed in the wardrobe.

After giving myself one last once-over in the full length mirror, I nodded with satisfaction.

I grabbed my matching purse and headed out of my room, the little kitten heels I wore making clicking sounds as I went.

I called Steve, my chauffeur and asked him to drive me to Jason's place. When we arrived, I took the elevator to Jason's penthouse.

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After knocking for a while, I let myself into the penthouse and quietly closed the door behind me. The penthouse was deathly silent and I could hear nothing else other than the sounds of my own breathing.

I walked down the hallway and down the small set of steps that led to the sitting room area.

The television was still turned on but it was muted. There was an empty bottle of champagne, half a bottle of vodka and two champagne flutes on the glass center table.

I did a double take. Two glasses! Jason had company last night after I left. Picking up one of the glasses, I studied it.

Of course, It had the telltale red lipstick on its rim.

Jason brought another random woman back home last night and knowing Jason, he must have had sex with her.

I seethed with anger. I had told Jason to curb his promiscuity until this arrangement was over. Yet, here he was totally disrespecting me and the rules that I had set.

"I hope the sex was worth pissing me off, Jason." I muttered under my breath.

I went up the stairs, through another hallway and stopped in front of the first door.

Then I opened the door just a crack and peered through. Sure enough, Jason was in bed with another blondie but they were both asleep.

I stepped out of her heels and walked barefoot into the room, gingerly tiptoeing over underwear and other assorted articles of clothing.

When I got to the bed and looked at both of them sleeping peacefully in each other's arms, an idea formed in my mind.

Still barefoot, I scurried out of the room, down the stairs, into the sitting room and grabbed the ice bucket.All the ice had melted but the water was still cold to the touch. Then I made my way back to Jason's room where Jason and the blondie were still fast asleep.

I stood over the bed for a few moments contemplating what I was about to do. I knew it was mean and spiteful but then I remembered all the things Jason and his friends had done to me.

Compared to what he had done to me, this was the tip of the iceberg.

I lifted the bucket over the bed, directly above the two of them and then, I tipped the bucket and allowed the ice cold water to pour all over Jason and the blondie.

The blondie screamed and Jason rolled off the bed in a tangle of cold, wet sheets, shivering and looking utterly confused.

I sat down on the bedside table, smirking and admiring my handiwork.

To my annoyance, the blondie kept on screaming. I slapped her across the face and she was silent.

"Get out." I said with an edge in her voice.

The blondie took one look at my face and saw that I wasn't messing around.

She quickly picked up her clothes and underwear from the floor and sped out of the room.

Having dealt with the blondie, I turned to face Jason who still hadn't gotten his wits about him. I walked over to him and quickly realized that apart from the wet bed sheets, Jason was stark naked.

I stared at his body. From his well-defined shoulders to his chest, down to his stomach that had ridges. I caught myself biting my lower lip. Jason had the body of a Greek god.

"What are you looking at?" Jason asked with slurred words. His breath reeked of vodka and I realized that Jason was still drunk.

So, I pulled out her phone and started recording.

"Oh don't mind me. I'm just wondering what all these ladies see in you. All I see is a spoiled daddy's boy, a pathetic drunk and a community dick." I said mockingly.

"Well, you need glasses." Jason replied.

He stood up and tried to walk but tripped on the wet bed sheets and fell face first on the floor.

I tried to hold back my laughter but it was impossible. Still recording, I tried to help him get up only for him to slip and fall again. I tried the second time and he still lost his balance.

On the third try, Jason finally made it to his feet and did not fall. I led Jason to the bathroom and then he threw up into the sink.

I cleaned him up the best way I knew how. Trying to ignore the fact that he was naked, I took him into one of the spare rooms and laid him on the bed to rest.

I stared at him for a while, wondering how someone who was so handsome could be so evil.

I grabbed my phone and watched the recording that I made. I almost pitied him but then I closed her eyes and had a very vivid flashback.

"Next time say my name with respect.”

I shivered out of my reverie. My mind made up to get my revenge no matter what.

After all, "one good turn…"