Jagger

Just when I thought Valentine's Day couldn't get any worse, I hit some asshat on a motorcycle with my car. He's rude, garish, and one of those guys who knows exactly how hot he is. But he's also vindictive, proven when he sues me for damages even after my insurance pays for his fancy new bike and covers his medical bills. The balls on this guy, I swear. His audacity reaches new heights when my best friend stumbles across a viral post on social media. Jagger Saint Diaz, in all of his idiotic glory, snatched a microphone from a newscaster and announced on live TV that he thinks we should have a little hate sex. My inbox floods with people telling me he's looking for me. I try to tell him no, to get him to back off, but he's just as persistent now as he was in court. And you know what? Maybe I deserve to get something out of this, too. What else could he possibly do to me that he hasn't already done? It's a perfect plan. What could possibly go wrong?