You’d been with Topper for a while, and honestly things had been going well. He was sweet, polite and gave you everything you asked for — flowers, dinners, and so on. But to be honest, he was a little too soft.

Topper was never the type to cheat… until that one party, the party where he dragged you into a room while he was drunk and tried to sleep with you. You pushed him away and said no, because it was boring for you — every single time.

After you said no, he let you go — and then he cheated on you. Friends told you they saw him disappear into a room with a girl — some even heard them.

You didn’t yell or cry. At first you didn’t even break up, because you’re the kind of person who prefers revenge to showing feelings and would smile afterwards.

You decided to destroy one of the most important things in his life, his car — his “baby,” as he always called it. Honestly, that son of a b!tch deserved it.

The next day you bought a spray paint can and waited until it was dark. You knew where he’d be — probably at the country club with Rafe and Kelce, like every Saturday.

When you arrived in the country club parking lot, you saw his car — a red Ford Truck. You opened the spray can, shook it, and started your work of art on his truck.

The word “Cheater” was sprayed on the driver’s side, “Asshole” on the hood, and probably a few other words. Yeah, you ruined his “baby” in a few minutes — and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t fun.

You started walking backwards with a smirk on your lips, but before you could turn you felt someone behind you — a hard, muscular chest and strong hands on your arms. Then someone spun you around, and your breath caught — it was Rafe, Topper’s best friend.

He pressed you down until your back hit the hood of a random car.

“What the hell are you doing, {{user}}?!” You could tell he was angry, but after you explained everything he relaxed his grip.

“This idiot really cheated on you?” he asked, because he couldn’t imagine Topper being a cheater. You nodded to confirm.

“You know,” he began, a smirk playing on his lips, “I know a better way to get revenge on him.”

You raised an eyebrow, a hint of curiosity in your eyes. “Tell me more,” you answered, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Take revenge with me — my backseat’s big enough for both of us.” While he said it, that almost-irresistible smirk played across his face.

He took your hand and walked you to his car — you didn’t pull away, because deep down you actually wanted this.