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</div>Katherine Vandenberg was out celebrating her last day in college as a sophomore, in the only way that she knew how; by partying. She was dressed head to toe in brand name, because that was her prerogative. A little black dress fit her figure just right, the neckline plunging enough to create a generous cleavage window, sheer black tights encased her shapely legs and disappeared into a signature pair of Louboutin black pumps, which were all black except for the signature, bright red bottoms.<br/><br/>Even though Kat was not yet of legal drinking age, that never stopped her from getting the alcohol that she required to truly celebrate. Tonight would be no different. She had been using a fake ID since middle school and by now, she was well versed. Getting into clubs and using her fake ID to order drinks had never been a problem. Kat tended to get what it was she was after. And with her birthday only a few months away, she would no longer need to worry about any of that.<br/><br/>Champagne was her drink of choice for the evening, considering there was plenty to celebrate. At least, that was how she felt in the beginning of the evening. But when evening turned into night, things started to take a slight turn. When it was time to leave the club, Kat assumed she would be heading to her boyfriend’s apartment to spend the night. But, for the first time since their breakup last year, Chase seemed a little hesitant about the presumed invitation for a sleepover.<br/><br/>In the back of her mind, she considered that history could potentially be repeating itself. But, she couldn’t fathom that Chase would do that to her, on tonight of all nights, especially. Last year, once it was officially summer, he ended things with her, claiming that he needed the summer to find himself. What he meant was that he wanted to find himself inside as many bikini bombshells as possible, for summer time. Apparently he was being considerate to break up with her rather than cheat.<br/><br/>But, as she collected her things and pressed a kiss to Chase’s cheek, Kat forced those thoughts from her mind. She sashayed outside, walking to the curb where the sleek black Mercedes was waiting for her. The chauffeur, dressed in a simple suit, was holding the door open for her while he waited. Kat didn’t bother to look at him, nor did she address him, as she lowered herself inside the backseat. The door was closed for her and a moment later, they were heading to Chase’s apartment.<br/><br/>When they arrived, Kat dismissed her chauffeur for the night, promising that she would get a ride home tomorrow, from Chase. She strode inside, giving a polite smile to the doorman, who recognized her from how frequently she visited and stayed over. “Miss Vandenberg. Good evening,” she older gentleman said, bowing toward her. “Same to you,” she breezed right by, heading for the elevator before tapping in Chase’s floor number. The doors parted when she reached the proper floor. Kat swayed over to his door and knocked.<br/><br/>“Oh, Chaaase.” She practically sang. “Don’t keep me waiting out here.”