I stretched out on the bed, my arms feeling heavy and my head beating to the sound of a very off key drum. Why did I have to drink so much? Pealing open one heavy led like eye lid at a time I was thankful to find the curtains drawn and closed, only a dim light escaping at the top of the wall length material. I rolled over to my side and realized I was alone... and in Jordan's bed, wearing his shirt. Oh god, what did I do? Taking a moment I racked my brain trying to think but the pounding in my head kept any clear thoughts from surfacing.

I tuned back over until I was facing the curtains and my eyes stilled on the glass of orange juice on the bedside table. Finding the strength I pulled myself up into a sitting position and took a long swig of the fresh juice enjoying the cool liquid as it coated my dry throat on the way down. Taking a breath I saw the packet of pain killers and smiled, good thinking Jordan. Popping two out of the packet I threw my head back and quickly downed the small capsules with some orange juice. It took me a little while to realize the card on the bedside table, it seems my precious thought process had only one thing on its mind that it totally missed the large white piece of paper that seemed to stick out like a sore thumb. Well to bad if it read 'don't touch the glass, it's been poisoned.'

Reaching over I read the note;

Ms Sears

I sincerely hope your hangover is echoing in your head right now, since you prevented me from sleeping most of the night with your loud god for saken snoring. Take some pain killers, eat some breakfast and take a shower. Be sure to think things through before you take any action. And call me when you've had time to think.

Sincerely yours,

Jordan Wilder

I didn't snore... did I? I remembered being told I snored when I was drunk, but only when I was drunk and no one usually remembered because they were usually drunk as well. Who the hell tells a girl that they snore anyways! I shook my head and decided I would do what the note said and have a shower; the hot spray of the water should do me good. Untangling myself out of the sheets I found my feet and endured the long ten steps to the bathroom door. Opening the door I was a little taken aback by the bathroom itself. There was a large double shower with inbuilt jets in the tiles built in to the right corner, the toilet and the long basin on my left, opposite the shower, but what really looked interesting was the large egg shaped bath that was in the middle towards the back of the room, nothing but a little wooden stool and the polish silver taps came near it. The bath itself was in front of a large window that took up most of the rear wall but its dark tint told me it was one of those I can see out but you can't see in windows. This wasn't a bathroom, this was five star hotel that you couldn't afford if you sold your first born.

Sighing I walked over to the shower - even though I was in a major debate to have a nice long hot bath with bubbles and muscle relaxants - and turned on the hot water, letting it warm a little while I discarded the little clothing I had on. Fiddling around with the temperature I put my foot under the hot spray and then stepped in. Putting my head under the water I felt myself sober up almost instantly, the off key beating drum inside my head had found a steady beat and was finishing up its final chorus. I looked down at the jets and smiled to myself, if only I knew how to use them. Maybe there's a button around here or something. I started looking for a button but was interrupted by my thoughts from last night, finally returning to mind. Like flashes going through my head I remembered what I saw in the office, I remembered chugging down the bottle of vodka and the wine... although there was no way I drank both by myself - maybe I spilt half the bottle while walking?

My mind then traveled to my failed attempts at seduction and then to my plans. Yes my plans. I thought it all over while mindlessly washing away the alcohol fumes from my pours. It was a good idea in theory, I could mess with him a little, making him pay for the hurt I'm feeling, for the betrayal of my love and trust. Maybe there was a way to make him pay and leave me on top. I thought about all the possible things I could do to him, most of my thoughts ending in his abrupt death but what did you expect, it hadn't even been twenty four hours since I found out - although I appear to be stuck in the anger and revenge stage of grief. If I do this, it could be a way of letting go, of getting over him and getting something out of this nightmare. Yes, that will do as an excuse. I'm doing it.

With a devilish smile on my face I got out of the shower and looked around. Damn it! Note to self; get towel before you go into the shower. Idiot! I looked around frantically opening cupboards finding, most of them empty except for a bottle of Joop, some after shave and other manly items. Maybe guys were right, girls did take up most of the bathroom space. Oh well, we deserve it.

I looked around the room and decided that the towels weren't in here. I seriously hope there is no one else in here. Opening the door I looked around the bedroom, seeing that the coast was clear I crept out, leaving a trail of water behind me. Towel, I need a towel, where are the towels. I repeated in my head but came up with nothing. This was not my day. I stopped and listened hearing slight muffled sounds and cursed. I was not alone. Quickly looking around I picked up the shirt I was sleeping in and threw it over my head frantically pulling it over me just in time when the door opened.

I heard a loud gasp and quickly looked up to see a small, plump lady in her late forties looking at me before she quickly dropped her gaze. "I am terribly sorry Miss, I wasn't aware anyone was in here Mr Wilder didn't mention... I am so sorry." She quickly blurted out before backing away in an attempt to leave and save us both some moments of embarrassment, but I wasn't going to let her, I needed a towel and this was my opportunity.

"Wait! Do you have towel, I just got out of the shower and there was none."

"Of course Miss, I'll get one right away." She said with a bright smile, showing the deep wrinkles around her eyes.

I waited all but one minute before she returned with a towel and an unopened toothbrush. I quickly thanked her and wondered back into the bathroom, drying myself off, flatting out my clothes and putting them back on, hoping no one would really notice and brushing my teeth trying not to think too much about why a man would have a spare toothbrush ready to go for whoever woke up in his bed.

Tying my hair up in a messy bun with a few stray curls falling down around my face I gathered my composure and left the master bedroom in hopes of trying to explain myself to the poor lady I scared half to death. I walked out into the main lounge room and turned the corner into the kitchen, with its high ceilings and cupboards in dark oak wood with marble white bench tops that match the floors. I took a seat at on the stools, swinging from side to side for a moment while I looked around for the lady.

She came around the corner, turning a phone in her hands, her eyes down. I cleared my throat as she entered the kitchen, catching her attention; I smiled brightly at her introducing myself. "Hi, I'm Mia Sears; I'm a friend of Mr Wilder's. Just friends though I swear." I said the last part with a stern and determined voice.

She smiled brightly, her grey eyes twinkling with amusement. "Yes I know" she gestured to the phone. "If you're sleeping off a hangover may I suggest something light?" She said moving over the cupboards and pulling things out.

"Oh I can make my breakfast." I told her getting up from my stool.

"With all due respect Miss, this is my job and Mr Wilder makes nowhere near enough mess to keep me busy all day, it will give me something to do." She said smiling at me. Ah so she was the maid? Is that what the job is called? It sounds so medieval to me, why can't the man just do his own washing like a normal person?

I nodded even though she wasn't looking at me and let her continue with making me breakfast, I've never really had anyone make me breakfast, since I moved out of home, and even then mum and dad were always busy getting ready for work that they hadn't made me breakfast since I was six. I had to admit, it was kind of nice though.

She made me egg on toast, it was simple but I found it tastes so much nicer when someone else makes it for you, she was right about one thing though, a simple breakfast was the best idea, I felt my stomach almost flip just as I was about to ask for another. One will do.

I thanked her again and made my way out of the building, now for the gripiling task of trying to remember where I parked my car. Did I even drive here? I sure as hell hope not, I was probably blind drunk, there was no way I could have driven anywhere. I looked around the underground car park that lay under the apartment building. Wait, if I didn't have any key's that means I didn't have a car. I swear I'm a genius some times. Taking a deep breath I decided I would go car hunting later, beside the car was registered in he who should not be name's name so it's his problem now.

Walking over to the train station I decided on a destination. Wilder & McKinley Cooperation. I got off at the large station in the city and walked over to the building with the big W and M on the side. I still found the logo clever; the W on top with the M just below it makes it look like a mirror image. So smart.

I walked right into the building and took the elevator right up to the top floor where only the CEO's and major partner's offices are located, I wasn't ready to see Broody just yet, I was still in the killing and decapitating stage and I wanted a clear set plan before I faced him again. I was going to be prepared. I walked over to the receptionist on the floor and told him I was here to Mr Wilder, safe to say he let me in straight away. I walked into the office, my face bright and a little jump in my step.

"Well damn, is your hangover gone already?" he asked as he put down his pen, leaned back in his chair, swinging slightly and flooding his hands together, placing them in his lap.

"Pretty much, sorry to disappoint, and I only snore when I've had too much to drink." I quickly pointed out, I sure as hell didn't want the fact that I snore to be public knowledge.

"Well then, I thank you for drinking too much and preventing me from sleeping, leaving me tired at work and unable to focus."

"Yeah well... you hog the blankets."

"It's my bed."

"So you should accommodate another person." I folded my arms over my chest defensively.

We stared at each other with death defying glares, neither one ready to back down. And then I blinked. Damn I almost had him; his eye was starting to twitch and everything.

"So did you come here to see the show?" he broke the silence and went back to looking at his papers, it appears he got bored looking at me.

"What show?" I questioned thinking for a moment, was the circus in town or something?

"I'm going to fire your ex."

"No you can't do that!" I quickly yelled taking a couple steps forward.

"What?! Why not? Did you forget what he did?" His face was of pure hatred and disgust although I'm pretty sure it was towards he who must not be named. His anger fumed as he stood from his seat and placed his hands on his desk, his gaze looking at me like I had just told him a pig popped gold.

"Of course not." I defended myself; I don't think I could ever forget that no matter how much I wanted to.

"Then why on earth..." He started again.

"Shut up and listen. I have a plan." I told him taking those couple of steps towards him, closing the gap. I put my hand on his chest a moment, his eyes darted to my hand, watching my every move with a slow and intense gaze. I gently pushed him back into his seat and took a seat on his desk, moving some papers out of the way.

"You have a plan?" He asked the confusion and anger leaving him, but the understanding was still a little clouded.

"Yes. I have a plan, and it's a good one."

"Then by all means Ms Sears, do share." He waved his hand gesturing for me to go on while a small playful smile appeared on his lips. His smile turned my attention for a moment, I remembered his lips, I remembered kissing them last night, I remembered them kissing me and the taste, like mint wine.

I licked my lips and swallowed hard, taking a deep breath. This was it.

This was my plan.

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Quick little fact, every time I wrote the word 'plan' I actually wrote 'plane' so if you see plane it is meant to be plan.

Get ready next Chapter you find out what Mia's excellent mastermind of a plan is... and trust me when I say Broody ain't gonna like it.

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