"Oh God!" I screamed as Sebastian tongued me to yet another orgasm. Our fuck-marathon has progressed into it's third hour and neither of us were showing any signs of tiring.

Smirking in satisfaction, he lowered his head between my legs again and proceeded to clean me up.

Just as I was about to return the favour, the phone shrilled.

Snatching up the receiver, Sebastian barked irritably into it. "Hello?"

Scowling, he tossed the phone to me. "It's Blaine. Hurry up ok?"

Ignoring it, I picked up the phone, pressing myself against Sebastian as he slid back into bed. "Yeah?"

"Hey princess, I've just sent invitations to the media and all of Manhattan's high society requesting the pleasure of their company at the party where Miss Charity will be revealed. The day after tomorrow, 8pm at the Four Seasons ballroom. It's all set babe."

At that, my heart beat fast with anticipation. The day after tomorrow. In less than forty- eight hours, I'd be the princess of Manhattan once again. I couldn't wait.

"Thanks Blaine. You'll make yourself pretty for the party won't you? Princess Kathryn is going to be crowned once again."

This elicted a deep chuckle from Blaine. "Wouldn't miss it for the world."

Smiling in contentment, I slipped the receiver back into it's cradle and moved down to return a favour to a very impatient Sebastian.

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I drained my third glass of wine, careful not to smudge my carefully applied lipstick. It was 8.30 pm and downstairs, the party was in full swing. Everyone was there. The board of directors of Merteuil Corporations, all of Manhattan's uppercrust, and every single person that I'd vowed to take revenge on. In a few minutes I would make my grand entrance. In a few minutes, I would be welcomed back with open arms into the folds of Manhattan's high society. Kathryn Merteuil would be back and better than ever.

I felt a tingle go up my spine which I was positive has nothing to do with the bump of coke that I'd just snorted. Walking over to the mirror, I regarded my reflection with an appraising stare.

"You look perfect and you know it. Why are you still checking out yourself in the looking glass every ten seconds?"

Turning around, I saw a dark haired guy with mirrored shades standing in the doorway. There was something oddly familiar about him. My eyes widened when I realised who it was.

"Sebastian? What the..."

Removing his shades and tucking them into the breast pocket of his Armani suit, he cocked and eyebrow at me. "It's amazing what you can do with a wig and sunglasses, ain't it?"

It was, indeed, amazing. When we were planning the party, Sebastian and I agreed that he would be in disguise. We couldn't let anyone know he was alive. Not just yet. With dark brown hair and his eyes hidden behind those shades, he would be completely unrecognizable.

Crossing the room to him, I pressed myself up against him and kissed him full on the lips. Immediately I felt his hard on press against my thigh.

"Do we have time? I need something to get me through that snob fest later."

My eyes flicked to the clock. "No. But I promise I make it worth you while afterwards ok? Right now... it's showtime."

Linking my arms through his, we headed to the party.