A vindictive plan.

Anna left the room where she just fucked her fiancé’s brother and made her way back to the living room. Finally, she saw her fiancé speaking with his brother, their conversation seeming to be jovial.

When Greg saw her, she saw his face fall into worry (real or fake?) and he left his brother, making his way over to her.

“Anna! Are you ok? Adrian told me you got sick!”

She managed to keep a sneer of her face when she replied, “Ya. I’m good, though I’d rather go if that’s ok.“

“Sure babe. Let’s get out of here.” As they walked by the rest of the partying students, they finally passed Amanda, who simply looked at the both of them with a smile and wished them a good night.

‘Fuck Amanda,’ Anna thought, ‘I’ll need to get back at that whore. But first, what to do about Greg...’

The drive home was quiet. About 5 minutes before they would arrive at her home, she had the roots of a plan created.

“Greg.”

“What’s up babe?”

“ I’m not sure I want to wait until we’re married to make love.” Her inner voice raged when she called it ‘making Love’.

“What? Why? It’s only a couple months away. It will make it special for both of us.”

Luckily, she had an answer for this.

“But Greg, we are going to be nervous on our wedding night, and what if we’re exhausted from the day? What if because we are exhausted it isn’t as memorable as it could be?”

He was quiet a minute.

And so she continued.

“I want my first time to be special, but how about we make it, it’s own day. Maybe tomorrow, Saturday. Take me out to eat, be romantic, and maybe...we can do it tomorrow.”

He was silent a minute more. “What brought this on?”

She had an answer for that too.

“When I was...sick at the party. I heard a couple having sex in one of the bedrooms. It..it made me feel... warm....down there. I want that for myself.”

He had the grace to flush after he heard she had overheard him. Flush, but no confession.

“Umm..ok... I think I can support this.... are you sure this is what you want?”

She smiled, with a warmth that held all the malice she dare not put into it.

“Yes. Thank you babe. I...I love you...”

No she didn’t. She knew that now. ‘I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.’

“I love you too Anna. We will do it! Tomorrow!”