Chapter 20-Paparazzi

Dominic

I gaze out over the city as I mull over how to get revenge on Savannah.

Should I apply shoe glue to her hair gel? Or perhaps tie a spaghetti bucket over her door to have it dumped on her?

Is that too extreme? Locking me out of the house is extreme.

For fuck's sake, I can't believe I'm sitting here thinking about revenge like a stupid teenager.

I'm thirty, for fuck's sake.

But hey, before her, my life was work, fooling around and repeating. Maybe this little war she started can be a reason to relive my teenage life.

Which is why I want to go out with a bang. I don't want to execute my revenge half-heartedly—go big or go home.

I pull out a notepad and write “REVENGE PLANS” at the top. I nod to myself and split the paper into two sections, labeling the top-right corner “PROS” and the top-left corner “CONS.”

PROS:

1. Bring a girl home.

2. Stay out late.

CONS:

1. Retaliation

2. Lockout

Hmmm.

I scratched staying out late. Even though I could crash at Chris's place, I prefer my bed.

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