Confessions of an Ice Princess
Summary: As Kathryn is plotting revenge against Annette someone new walks into her life.
Revenge Is a Dish Best Served Cold
I was seriously starting to think I was losing my edge. It had been nearly two months after the wedding and guess who everyone's favorite couple was? None other than my ex boyfriend and my new step sister. Yes shortly after the wedding little Annette began openly seeing Oliver as if it was the most normal thing in the world. The stupid bitch didn't even bother to see if I was ok with it. Then again why would she, I had after all never said a word against it.
Why is that you might wonder. Well that was a question best left to my mother who shortly after finding out about the happy couple came storming into my room and demanding that I not make a move against my dear sister. "Are you insane?" I balked "she's completely humiliated me. No way I'm letting her walk away from this."
Mother in her typical cool manor retorted "no dear Oliver humiliated you. I believe Annette is quite innocent in the whole matter."
"Of course you do. You would never say a word against her. It might upset step daddy" I mocked.
Like I expected she didn't take kindly to being mocked. However my mother knew I was right so instead of a lecture she told me simply "Kathryn you will do nothing to harm Annette. If I think or even suspect that you have I'll make sure St. Margaret's clears a room for you next semester. Do we understand each other?"
Got to hand it to the woman she was smart. My mother knew exactly what card to play to win and she played it to the hilt. The very idea of an all girls boarding school was enough to make me retreat...or at least pretend to. Like an obedient daughter I promised to just let Annettes betrayal go however I had other plans. If I couldn't get Annette myself I would just find someone else to do it for me. Currently I was employing an old friend to do some discreet detective work into Miss. Purity's background. I was determined to get something to use against her before school went into session in a couple of days.
That afternoon Annette had gone out with Oliver to do god knows what. My mother and Roger had been on an extended honeymoon in Europe for nearly a month and luckily weren't do back for at least another couple of days. So I decided to take the opportunity to sneak around her bedroom in hopes I might find something interesting but the only think I came up with was a day planner filled with study sessions and church get togethers. Yawn.
I had given up and was heading to the bar for a drink when I heard Annette in an uncharacteristically shrill voice yell out "fine if that's the way you want it then we'll end it now!"
At those words I stopped dead in my tracks and grinned mischievously. Could it be? Not wasting a second I turned in my heels and went onto the balcony off of the sitting room. Trying to be as discreet as possibly I peered down and saw my sis and Oliver looking anything but close. In face if I didn't know her better I would think she was about to swat him butshe kept her hands firmly of her hips as she hissed "I think we need to spend sometime apart."
"Fine by me" Oliver sneered in that all too familiar way.
If I liked the loser I might actually feel sorry for her but seeing as she stole what I rightfully claimed as mine I actually found the whole scene pretty amusing. I also had a good idea what started this little strife and I was just dying to see if I was right. However they said little more to one another as Oliver got into his Porsche muttering something inaudible to Annette. When she turned around and headed back into the house I quickly ran back inside, grabbed a Time magazine that was sitting out, and collapsed back on the lounger.
While pretending to be interested in the article I waited patiently for her to come in. Several minutes later she did and tried to walk right by me as if I wouldn't see her. I waited until she was almost out of the room before calling out is my sweetest voice "trouble in paradise?"
With a heavy sigh Annette turned slowly around "eavesdropping Kathryn? How unlike you."
Smile still intact I closed my magazine and asked "did Oliver get bored of you already? Shocking."
"Not exactly. Look it's none of your business what happened."
"Fine" I shrugged nonchalantly "I just thought you would like to tell your side of the story before Oliver tells his."
Annette looked like she was going to argue but instead she looked down at the ground and muttered "we decided to put some distance between us. We have a differing of opinion about something."
"Hmm...would that something have to do with him getting between your legs?"
Like I expected she turned her nose up and huffed "you're disgusting."
I giggled "but am I right?"
"I'm not going to dignify that with an answer. If my father calls let me speak to him" she called out as she charged down to her room.
"Give it up princess" I yelled after her. "You're purity act will only last so long! You know as soon as he gets you on your back you're useless to him. You know I'm right!"
When I realized she was ignoring me I relaxed back on the sofa with a satisfied smile. Although the breakup of Annette and Oliver was good news it still wasn't nearly good enough. I wanted that holier than thou bitch to pay for even thinking she could compete with me. Leaning over I grabbed the phone out of the cradle and dialed. "Hey it's me. Time's up I want my results. Meet me in the park in an hour."
* * * * * *
A little over an hour later I was walking past the reservoir in Central Park on my way to my favorite fountain where I promised to meet my contact. Blaine Tuttle was one of the few people I ever considered a real friend. I didn't play my usual head games with him or try to manipulate him with sex. Namely because he was smarter than most guys and also because he played for the other team so to speak. Aside from one interesting, champagne filled night in the Hamptons two years ago sex never entered into our relationship which was fine by me.
Now although I loved him deeply there was no way in hell I would ever admit such emotions. In actuality out friendship hindered a lot on our business dealings. Blaine was a couple years older than me. He attended Columbia where he majored in business but he currently had his own business on the side. Lets just say that if people needed something such as information or some of his 'product' Blaine was the person they turned to. I myself was quite fond of his nose candy.
Like expected Blaine was already there when I arrived. Dressed in a pair of kakis, a powder blue Ralph Lauren polo shirt, and Italian loafers with no socks he lounged on the stone fountain with his sunglass clad face looking upward. Yes he was hardly the picture of the typical gay drug dealer, if such a picture existed.
When he didn't notice me approach him I gave him a swift kick to the shins using my stiletto clad foot. Immediately he bolted upright and wailed like a girl "oww! Watch it Buffy that hurt."
I rolled my eyes and sighed impatiently "did you find anything?"
"Hello Blaine, how are you? Well I'm fine Kathryn and yourself?"
I smiled at his sarcasm as I let my hand caress his face "I'm sorry, I don't mean to be a bitch. How are you Blaine?"
"Oh I'm fine"
"Good, how's Tony the stud holding up? Grown tired of him yet?"
He grinned slyly "almost. I use to like that he spoke little English but it's starting to wear thin."
"Well if you get bored you can always turn to me" I purred.
"Ok you're starting to behave civil, what gives?"
I smiled as I turned and watched the water cascade from the fountain. "I just got the most interesting news?"
"Oh?"
"It seems Annette and Oliver have decided to go their separate ways."
Blaine's eyebrows raised in amusement "you don't say. What ever happened?"
I shrugged "I'm assuming it has to do with him not getting to pop her cheery. What else would those two fight about?"
"What color Volvo to get perhaps?"
"Anyway that's finished now and I didn't even have to lift a finger" I smiled.
Blaine's smile fell slightly as he looked around the crowded park and muttered "yeah well then this might be a good time to tell you."
I eyed him suspiciously "tell me what?" When he didn't answer right away I got frustrated and grabbed his face forcing him to look at me "tell me!"
He pulled away "ok here it is. My guys haven't been able to turn up anything on Annette."
"What? Then they obviously haven't looked hard enough."
"Sweetheart they've looked everywhere humanly possibly. As sickening as it is to say, the girl in clean. Pure as the driven god damn snow."
Turning away from him I yelled "fuck!" A woman and her small child were standing nearby. When she looked over at me startled I growled "fuck off." Spinning back to Blaine I hissed "there has to be something. No one is that perfect."
"Normally I agree but maybe the virgin princess is the exception to the rule. Anyway I don't understand what the problem is. They broke up, isn't that what you wanted?"
"No what I want is that stupid cunts soul. I want her destroyed enough that she'll go crawling back on her hands and knees to that god forsaken shit hole she came from." I stepped closer to him allowing my voice drop to a menacing level. "Now there has to be something. I am paying you good money Blaine so unless you want your cash haul to come to an abrupt end I suggested you find me some dirt and find it FAST."
Nodding slowly Blaine sighed "well maybe I have a few contacts left who could get me something."
"That's my boy" I smiled.
"But I'm not promising anything Kathryn."
"Understood" I nodded. Suddenly his beeper went off and I snickered "Tony getting impatient?"
"No it's a client. One that doesn't beret me in public if you can imagine. Now I have to get going. I'll contact you when I find something." He leaned down and kissed my cheek "and try to relax. Once upon a time you knew how to have fun." As he started to walk off I flipped him off and he blew me a kiss. "I love you too, but like I said I'm gay!"
Rolling my eyes I ignored him as I began to pace deep in thought. Getting dirt on Annette seemed my only weapon to use against the girl and now it looked like I might never get my hands on it. There had to be some way to get my revenge that I was overlooking. I needed to do something that couldn't be traced back to me, but what?
As I was pacing furiously back and forth I noticed someone staring in my direction out of the corner of my eye. I slowed my steps down and looked over to see the most beautiful guy staring at me. He was beyond cute but I had probably fucked hotter guys. However there was just something about him. He was about medium height, medium build with blond curly hair cut just right. His face was almost too pretty with a pair of perfectly lush lips but his eyes was what made him so appealing. Dark, intense eyes hidden behind a hair of glasses. As he watched me a small, smirk appeared on his face that for some reason I couldn't help but return.
Now normally if I spotted a guy like this reading philosophy and drinking coffee in the park, as he was doing now, I would just chalk him up to another psuedo-intellectual college type. However how many boring wanna be intellectuals dress in tailor made Armani? Very interesting indeed.
I was still walking trying to look as aloof and sexy as possible while keeping eye contact with the guy. However just when I was thinking of going over I heard a slight crunch underneath my foot followed by an annoying wail of a child. Immediately I looked down to notice I was stepping in what looked like dirt or sand. "What the fuck?"
"You ruined my experiment" cried the same kid from earlier with the nosy mother.
Not moved in the slightest by the child I hissed "you ruined my thousand dollar Jimmy Choo shoes you stupid little-"
"Come along Billy" the mother said grabbing the little brats hand and tugging him away while sending a disapproving glare my way. Rolling my eyes in disgust I turned back to the cute boy from earlier but found he was gone. "Damn" I muttered. Just when things were looking interesting.
* * * * * *
That night I was slipping into a white silk nightgown when one of the downstairs maids alerted me that I had a guest, it was Mr. Oliver. Rolling my eyes I hissed "well go tell Annette."
"Umm no ma'am he's here to see you"
"Oh" I said somewhat surprised. "Well tell him I'm meet him in the sitting room."
As I reached for my matching silk robe and spritzed some of my favorite perfume on I wondered what he could want. I wouldn't have been the least bit surprise if he came crawling back to Annette but he wanted to see me. However I had barely spoken to him since we split. Now he shows up at this hour for what a friendly chat? I was dreaming up all the ways I could tell him to go fuck himself when a deliciously evil idea came to me. I dropped the robe and strutted out of my room.
Walking into the sitting room I indeed found Oliver sitting on the couch looking a tiny bit uncomfortable. When he saw me he jumped up right away and smiled tentatively "hello Kathryn. Thanks for seeing me I know it's late."
I shrugged "no problem. What's going on?"
He sat back down "I guess you probably heard about me and Annette breaking up."
"She might have mentioned it" I told him casually as I sat down beside him. "What happened?"
"Annette is great she's sweet, beautiful, kind, an amazing listener-"
"Un huh" I said trying to keep the annoyance from my voice. "So what went wrong?"
Oliver looked to the ground as he ran a hand through his hair "well she can be a little..."
"Frigid?"
"Like the Arctic" he said suddenly. "Whenever I tried to touch her she would just freeze right up. Now you know me Kathryn and I'm not the type of guy who cares that much about sex, but come on! It was ridiculous."
As he confessed all this I tried my best to contain my smile. "That's too bad. I guess she doesn't know what she's missing."
Oliver's eyes shot open in excitement at that. "Well that's sort of why I'm here. I was thinking a lot about us Kathryn and I realized how much I missed you."
Giving him my best coy smile I asked "really? But I thought-"
"Shh" he said pressing his finger to my lips. "It's in the past. Lets just forget about it."
"Hmm I think I could do that" without waiting for an answer I pulled him to me and gave him a deep kiss. He eagerly returned it and practically pushed me onto my back. As he did I couldn't help but be annoyed with myself that I ever fell for his line of BS to begin with. He didn't care about sex? Who the hell did he think he was fooling.
Pulling away only slightly I purred "did you miss me?"
"Oh yeah" he practically moaned as he began grouping my breasts. "You have no idea."
I leaned in and licked his earlobe as I let my hand wander down to his groin. While giving his decent sized erection a feel I murmured "oh I can imagine. Do you ever think about me Oliver?"
"A-All the time" he moaned as I unzipped his pants and slid my hand in.
"Good I think about you sometimes too. Do you ever touch yourself when you think of me?"
He locked at me with a sly grin "yeah sometimes."
I returned his smile while continuing to pump his dick slow and hard. "That's very good" I said in a husky voice. Oliver was so hard at this point and my guess so in need of any female that he was liable to come very soon. "There's something I want you to do for me."
"Name it" he groaned.
"The next time your balls are starting to ache, I mean painful ache, and you are so desperate to get off you'll fuck anyone I want you to remember this moment." Sliding my hand out from underneath his pants I continued "and remember that none of that even compared to this moment."
"Huh?"
Smiling coldly as him I raised foot clad in a high heel slipper positioned it at his groin and kicked him hard sending him toppling to the floor. As he cried out in pain I smiled down at him in delight. "Does it hurt?"
"You fucking bitch!" he spat out.
"Now, now you don't want to wake up your precious girlfriend. Oops I mean ex-girlfriend. What would she think if she heard you say such naughty words?"
Oliver cupped his balls as he groaned "this isn't funny Kathryn."
"It's fucking hysterical actually. Did you honestly think I would touch you after you dumped me for HER? Christ how stupid are you? News flash moron there's a better chance she'll spread her legs for you tonight then I will. Now get the fuck out of my house."
Stumbling to his feet he glared at me with venom and hissed "this isn't over bitch."
"No it's not. I'm going to pay you back in ways you never dreamed. You think this was bad? This was only a taste of what I can do to you" I hissed "not get out before I call security."
Shaking his head in disgust Oliver practically limped out of the room and I laughed in delight. That was even more fun that I imagined! Thinking I deserved a reward for my brilliant accomplishment I turned around and grabbed my crucifix necklaces that contained my favorite nose candy. I snorted one bump when an amused male voice called out to me from behind "the poor boy never stood a chance did he?"
Quickly I spun around and was shocked to see the cute guy from the park standing only a few feet away. Wearing the same suit from earlier he leaned casually against the door frame with a sly grin. My momentary delight at seeing him again vanished when I realized I had no idea who he was or what he was doing here. I really wasn't big on surprises. However with complete composure I replied "no he didn't. Who are you and what are you doing in my house?"
Slowly me moved away from his position at the door and glided over to me until he was resting against the lounger I was sitting on. He didn't say anything at first but he did look at me or rather check me out before licking his lips in some perverse satisfaction. "I'm curious why he would get rid of you to begin with."
Although he was ignoring my questions I found myself inexplicably drawn to him. I crawled over to him until I was kneeling right in front of him. Rising to my knees I told him "he found my virgin step sister more interesting instead. She's down the hall if you're interested."
He didn't flinch only looked me in the eye and replied "no thanks I'm happy right here."
At that I smiled slowly and he returned it. However before our conversation could press on further my mother and Roger came in followed by two servants carrying suitcases. "Oh I've see you two have met" my mother sighed.
"Actually we were just getting to that" he said. Turing to me he extended his hand and I took it. "I'm Sebastian Valmont and you must be Kathryn."
I nodded "yes."
"Your mother has told me all about you."
"Has she?" I glanced at my mother curiously "funny she hasn't told me a thing about you."
"Yes dear I meant to mention it on the phone but I forgot. Sebastian's mother Lilly is a dear friend of mine and they've been staying over in London for awhile. Anyway Sebastian is going to be staying in New York and attending Manchester with you. His father won't be arriving until next week so I insisted that he stay with us until then."
"Oh how nice" I smiled not sure if I meant it or not. Sebastian was gorgeous and charismatic but I also had a feeling he could be trouble. I didn't need anyone screwing up my plans no matter how cute he was.
"Well I'm really grateful to get to stay here and I look forward to getting to know you better Kathryn." He turned towards Roger still grinning "as well as Annette."
The usual friendly Roger gave him a strange, strained smile that I found odd. I was getting the feeling there was more to Sebastian than I knew. It was going to be an interesting week.
"Well it's late. Sebastian I'll show you to your room and tomorrow we can all have a proper introductions.
"Great" he said as he followed my mother. When both her and Roger's backs were turned Sebastian slid a hand onto my abdomen and whispered in my ear "you have a little powder on your nose."
When he passed I quickly tried to rub it off only to realize there was nothing there. Quickly I spun back around angrily just in time to see Sebastian look over his shoulder at me with a sly grin.
The bastard thought he was clever. Who the hell did he think he was? I had the sneaking suspicion I was about to find out.
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