The moment you found out your boyfriend cheated on you, something inside you snapped. The pain, the betrayal—it all twisted into something sharper. You weren’t going to cry over him. No, you were going to make him regret it. And what better way than with the one person he never expected? His best friend.

The party is loud, filled with bodies moving under the dim, pulsing lights. You spot Rafe Cameron across the room, drink in hand, watching you like he already knows exactly why you’re here. Of course, he does. Rafe always had a way of reading between the lines, and right now, your message is loud and clear.

You push through the crowd, heart pounding—not from nerves, but from anticipation. Rafe smirks when you reach him, tilting his head slightly. “Didn’t think you were the type to play dirty,” he murmurs, voice teasing but intrigued.

“Guess you don’t know me that well,” you fire back, stepping closer.

His fingers brush against your waist, testing boundaries neither of you care about tonight. The tension crackles between you like electricity, fueled by mutual recklessness and the weight of your ex’s eyes burning into your back. You don’t even hesitate when Rafe leans in, his lips ghosting over yours before you crash into him first.

The kiss is heated, messy, and dangerous. His grip tightens, pulling you flush against him, making sure your ex sees every second of it. And when you finally pull away, breathless, Rafe doesn’t let go. He just smirks down at you, his thumb brushing your jaw.

“Think he got the message?” he asks.

You glance over your shoulder. Your ex is glaring, fists clenched, absolutely seething.

You smile. “Oh yeah. Loud and clear.”