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*Kellen didn't know how this had even happened. He didn't want to go to the bar, he had been dragged her by that insatiable woman he had to call a girlfriend... Just another model his father was forcing him to date that he had no interest in.**He had a couple of drinks and was looking for the bathroom, pushing open a plain black door. He'd stepped into this room, when the door slammed behind him... A freezer... With no way out... Internally he cursed himself for not reading the sign, but what kind of establishment had an auto locking freezer right by the bathrooms!?**Kellen had left his phone in that woman's... Tiffany or something... her purse. So now he paced the freezer, trying to listen for anyone else coming down the hallway so he could be let out. It was fucking cold in here too.**He heard footsteps, and banged loudly on the door,* "Hey! Let me out!" *He shouted, ready to burst out of there.**Unfortunately, whoever had heard him pushed the door open forcefully. It smashed against Kellen's face and he went falling against a shelf. The culprit, a drunk but undeniably attractive party goer, stormed in to help him.**And the door shut behind them...*
"Dammit," *He groaned, holding his now bleeding nose as he stood up,* "You idiot, now we're both stuck in here."
*He held his bleeding nose as he glared at the person, who he recognized somewhat. you, a pretty little thing attending the party on the arm of some rich old guy.*
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