Fever Pitch Temptation

Chapter 7 Revenge

From the comments on Alissa's post, it looked like they were planning to throw a party tonight to celebrate the victory.

I decided this was my chance to make Owen feel the full force of my revenge.

But first, I needed to figure out where this party was happening.

I zoomed in on the photo Alissa had posted and spotted a platinum-framed picture on the wall and a beautifully patterned Persian rug under the baseball bat.

Lucky for me, I knew exactly everything related to Owen. These were the exact decorations from Owen's luxury villa. I had the address, and it wasn't far from Alaxphilia University.

Before I could launch my revenge, I had a few things to take care of. I dialed up my friend Mary and explained that something urgent had come up, so I'd have to cancel my part-time gig tonight.

Mary seemed to be... caught up in something intense, and a breathless voice answered, mixed with some soft, sultry moans. "Oh no! Babe, I was just gonna tell you there's a show tonight, and the client's being super generous. They even invited Lychee Band. You'll regret it if you don't come!"

"Oh, sorry to bother you, Mary. You know, I hate to cancel last minute, but I've got my hands full..." I tried to apologize, but I couldn't help the frustration building up. Mary was a popular dancer in the bar and had been my lifesaver when I was in a tough spot. She offered me a decent side job at the bar, so I felt grateful for her.

"Fine, I get it. Well, hit me up later. I've got some stuff to handle... you know," she said quickly before the call abruptly ended, as she got back to her exciting "business".

After spending some time in my dorm putting together a few things, I loaded the "gift" onto a USB drive, grabbed it, and rushed to Owen's villa. The night had already fallen.

Groups of young people were heading into the garden villa, and I let out a sigh of relief—it looked like I wasn't late. But just as I was about to enter, one of the security guards stopped me with a cocky flick of his thumb.

"New employee? Go over there! The cleaning staff should go through the underground garage to check in," he said, eyeing me up and down.

I hadn't had time to do my makeup, just wearing a plain T-shirt, and this guy even saw me as the cleaning lady!

"No, I'm a friend of Owen's," I said, trying to keep my tone casual. But I knew it wouldn't be that easy to get in.

The guard gave me a dismissive look, his smile oozing skepticism. "Come on, I've seen plenty of girls like you. This is a private event, invitation only."

Of course, I didn't have an invitation.

But I wasn't completely unprepared. I pulled out my phone and showed him a screenshot of me and Owen locked in a kiss. "This should prove our relationship, huh?"

He glanced at it, barely even looking at the screen. "Tch, you're gonna be disappointed, ma'am. Stopping exes from causing a scene is part of my job."

"Ex? No, we're not like that..." I hadn't realized the security at Owen's villa was this tight. I was starting to regret not being more prepared.

But then I heard music drifting from inside the villa.

'Wait. Is that Lychee Band's music? Mary mentioned the band for a show tonight. Could it be that Owen hired her for this gig?'

Now, I had a pretty good idea of what was going on. I didn't waste any more time arguing with the guard.

Instead, I slipped into the shadows by the villa's entrance and waited patiently.

Sure enough, it wasn't long before I heard that familiar, excited voice behind me.

"Anveena? My girl! Looks like you beat us here!"

I turned around to see a group of well-dressed girls stepping out of a car. At the front was Mary, holding a pink suitcase, strutting over in matching high heels with a bounce in her step.

I flashed a relaxed smile at her.

"Mm-hmm!" I replied.

Mary, being the sharp one, had already caught on to my awkward situation. She casually linked her arm with mine, set down the suitcase, and handed an invitation to the security guard. "We're here to perform. Her costume's in my suitcase."

It was not smooth, but I finally made it into the villa.

We crossed the enormous lawn in front of the building—probably about two basketball courts worth—and entered the villa. Lychee Band was playing upbeat tunes, the lights were dimmed just right, and the whole atmosphere was buzzing.

The grand first-floor hall was filled with flowers, food, and drinks, while the second floor was decked out with colorful streamers.

The center of the hall featured a display stand—right in front of it was the baseball bat Alissa had posted on f*******:, with a group of young people huddled around and chatting excitedly.

The baseball team seemed to be resting after their match, and I didn't spot Owen right away, which was a relief—less chance of being exposed.

"Babe, we've got a few dances lined up later," Mary said while handing me a USB drive. "Put the tracks we're using onto the equipment over there. I'll go find out where the dressing room is."

I made my way to the equipment, and while copying the music was smooth sailing, I managed to slip in a little extra move without anyone noticing.

"Come on, let's hustle. We don't want the boss getting impatient!" Mary tugged me toward the stairs, and we climbed up to the second floor.

She dragged me into a dressing room that was bursting with clothes and shoes.

This was clearly a space for guests. Mary was already pulling outfits out, excited to try them on me.

Mary murmured, "My dresses might be a little tight, but if they don't fit, we can always borrow something from here..."

"Hold on, Mary, I didn't come here to dance," I said, unable to lie any longer. "I actually have a little personal business tonight..."

"Is it good or bad?"

"Well... If things don't go wrong, it's gonna feel really satisfying."

"Nice!" Mary clapped her hands together and flashed a wide grin. "A little disguise never hurts anyone—it'll help you slip out smoothly after you totally wreck things. Plus, even the queen of revenge needs her battle outfit!"

"Can't argue with that..." I chuckled.

I hadn't exactly told Mary what had been going on at school, but she'd probably guessed something after I'd been skipping my usual shifts.

I wasn't a professional dancer, but due to the countless nights I spent at the bar, I'd seen enough of Mary's routines to pick up a thing or two.

After slipping into the dress, I heard her gasp.

"Whoa! Can't say it's too tight. You're damn hot, b***h!"

Mary's backup costume was a sizzling red mermaid-style dress, low-cut with an open back. The fabric hugged every curve of my body, showing off my assets in all the right places. Even I couldn't help but stare at myself in the mirror.

I gave myself a pep talk. "Perfect. This is it. I'm going to walk in there and make him regret ever crossing me. I'll show him the sweet taste of being falsely accused!"