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For Vivian, sneaking into a billionaire's party was surprisingly easy. Getting out was the problem.

Vivian bit her lip as she tried to get out unnoticed. She sipped on her margarita like the rich did. She felt it was helping her to blend. She did not want to drag any attention from these.... Predators.

She walked hurriedly down the stairwell as she tried not to get her rented dress caught up in anything.

She walked briskly down a darkly lit corridor, praying the door led to an exit.

"That girl couldn't even pole dance....." She heard a voice also coming down the hallway.

She needed to be quick.

She practically ran as she went down the hallway. She bumped into someone who was coming from the other direction.

"Sorry." She said, trying to manoeuvre him and walk the other way.

He pulled her by the arm.

"Is that how to apologise?" His dark voice boomed.

Vivian looked up. It was Adrian Cross. 6'1 Adrian Cross. Adrian Cross, the most eligible bachelor on almost all the magazine covers you could find. Everyone's secret crush and forbidden fantasy.

Adrian Cross, who was always in one dating scandal or the other, the billionaire that could never keep his hands to himself, was the person she bumped into. She mentally cursed herself as she prayed this situation would be over as soon as possible.

"What do you mean? I literally said sorry." Vivian pointed out.

"You bumped into me." He said.

"So....? What else do you want to hear from me?" Vivian frowned.

"Do I know you?" He asked.

"Is it not obvious that you do not?"

"How did you get into this party?" He stared into Vivian's green eyes.

"With an invite, obviously."

"Do not play with me. How did you get in? I know all the people invited." His grip tightened around her arm.

She used the other hand that was holding her margarita to pour some of it unto Adrian's suit.

"You bitch." He said with this controlled anger.

"That is what you get for acting like a complete Rake towards a lady." She said in almost a whisper.

"A lady?" He laughed. "You are one of those illiterates that can barely afford food, seasoned thiefs that steal in grocery stores. You literally just snuck into a party you weren't even invited to...., and you call yourself a lady?" He laughed again.

Those words stung Vivian. She knew she was a nobody, but she knew she could never stoop so low to go stealing. She would rather work for hours and hours to get food on the table for her and her sickening father.

"You don't know me." She said, trying to keep her cool.

"Oh, so let me guess..." He gave this sarcastic smile. "You are one of those whores who are looking to be fucked and paid?" He smiled. "You would've started off that way, sweetheart." He smiled and lifted her jaw.

Vivian felt like throwing up. she slapped his hand off her jaw.

"You are insane if you think I am one of those women. Even if I was, who told you I would want to be fucked by you? You perv." She said bitterly. "I wouldn't want to be even caught dead in bed with someone like you, thoughtless of you."

"Do you know who you are talking to?" He tilted his head.

"Oh, I know. The international fuck boy, Adrian Cross. Or do you want to enlighten me more, sir? The man who just displayed fifty shades of stupidity just because someone bumped into them? Or the man who claims he is a bachelor but just loves sleeping with different women? Tell me, Cross. Which one." She smiled.

"You're going to regret every single word you uttered here." His jaw clenched.

"Oh really? Spare me the details." She smiled menacingly. "Let me even say more...." She said trying to think. I would never marry a man so full of himself, living in his head, fucking different women, not even caring about who you step on. I pity the woman who will marry you." She poured the rest of her margarita all over his suit. "If you'll excuse me, I have somewhere to go." She walked around him and continued down the hallway with her heart thumping. She removed the hair clip from her hair.

The wind touched her face as she found the exit some turns after the hallway. She removed her phone from her purse and called her best friend; Stacy.

"So...., how was the party....." She sounded excited.

"It was fun....., until I couldn't find the exit, and I bumped into Adrian Cross and argued with him as well." She bit her lip as she hailed a cab.

"Girl, you did what?" It sounded like she dropped her phone.

Vivian narrated everything as she got home.

"Oh...., why didn't I follow you." Stacy sounded like she would burst into tears at any moment.

"I regret going for that party." Vivian rummaged through her bag for her house key.

"If i were you, I wouldn't regret it. I would've been in bed with him as we speak." She laughed her little carefree laugh.

"Girl, I'll call you back. I'm home, I don't want to wake Dad up." Vivian said as she opened the door.

"Sure, no problem." She said.

As she walked through the door, all she wanted to do was to forget all about Adrian and his amazing jawline and what his hand on her jaw felt like.

She went to my room and laid on her bed for a while. She hopped the next day would be less dramatic as today. But little did she know this was just the beginning of he problems.