Silver's POV

I stared at my best friend in disbelief. I couldn't have heard her correctly. She wanted to get revenge on my husband?

"Revenge?" I asked her, my voice sounding distant and unfamiliar. "What do you mean by that?"

She rolled her eyes and leaned closer to me from the other side of the table.

"Yes," she said, that look of mischief never leaving her eyes. "We should do something that'll hurt him like he hurt you."

"I don't want to stoop to his level," I said, folding my arms across my chest. "It doesn't feel right."

She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair as she thought about what we should do. Then I saw the light bulb flashing above her head and her eyes grew large.

"I know exactly what we should do," she said, a twinkle of amusement in her eyes. "His ego is huge; everybody knows that. So, why don't we knock him off his pedestal?" I raised my brows.

"What do you mean?" I asked him, suddenly intrigued.

"You told me that you painted another portrait of him, right? A nude one?"

blushed at her

smile grew wide like the

possible to alter the

a moment before I gave her a hesitant nod. I could do pretty much anything to a painting; I was that good at what

said, rubbing her hands together like

I asked, my brows knitting together.

voice to a whisper she said, "Alter his man bits so it's smaller than

say. My face was on fire, and I knew it was as red as a cherry. My mouth hung open as she leaned back in her seat and

Then, the imagery of Elliot with a small manhood in the portrait hanging in

to bubble out of me, but once it did, I couldn't seem to stop it. I was getting strange looks from those around us. I covered my mouth to stifle the laughter, but it was

like that idea?" She said, smiling at my

tears from my eyes; it felt good to let loose

up with something

beamed at

she said, clearly proud of herself. "When does he get

this evening," I told her. "I can

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