Page 36 of Scoring Chance

“So, now I have to tell Sydney or she’ll find out through the paps and yeah,” Dean smacked his lips, “I’m royally fucked.”

“Uh, yeah you are,” Two-Tone looked around, “now can we get the bitches back in here?”

“You’re going have to tell her, dude,” Jameson advised, “she needs to find out from you. Not the paps, not Rebecca, and certainly not Ian. She needs to hear this from your mouth.”

“I don’t know how to tell her,” Dean blinked as if the suggestion was harder to enact, “do I just come out and say, ‘Hey baby, when we were on a break, I slept with my ex and she hired a camera crew to photograph it. I love you!’”

Kyle shrugged. “I don’t see the problem with that.”

“It’s better you’re honest with it than you beat around the bush. Yeah, she’s going to be really pissed but she’ll appreciate you were honest enough with her to do it.” Caleb suggested.

“I can’t just tell her like this, though. I need a buffer.” Dean leaned forward and thought about the next plan in action.

“Several dozen roses?” Caleb suggested.

“A romantic dinner?” Kyle chimed in.

“A shopping spree?” Two-Tone added.

“A new car?” Jameson suggested.

“All of that and more,” Dean’s eyes lit up as he came up with a plan. “Jameson, do you have the number to your jeweler?”