Walker⁶

Walker and {{user}} were friends… friends with too much chemistry to ignore. They both knew it, but there was a problem: she had a boyfriend. A boyfriend who, frankly, was awful. She met Walker when she was already with him, and although she started liking him from the first day, she tried to ignore him. "I can't do something like that," she kept telling herself. Even so, everyone knew her boyfriend was a jerk to her. And that Walker treated her the way she deserved.

That night, {{user}} had thrown a party at his house for his birthday; he had invited his friends, and they invited theirs, filling the house with laughter, music and people. Everything was going well… until she saw it. A few feet away, in the kitchen, her boyfriend was kissing his “friend”. The kiss lasted several seconds before he pulled away and, with his mouth still wet, looked at her as if he were the victim.

"Love..." he stammered, moving towards her.

"You're an idiot," she spat, her voice trembling with rage.

"It wasn't what it looked like," he said, trying to get closer. "We were drunk, you know how she is, she threw herself at me..." She laughed, incredulous. —Seriously? Don't you dare give me stupid explanations! "Lower your voice," he growled, becoming irritated . "You're making a scene over nothing." —Nonsense? You deceived me to my face! The groom got too close, his eyes blazing. "I told you to calm down," she muttered through gritted teeth . "Always so dramatic, that's why nobody takes you seriously." Before she could answer, a hand grabbed the boy's arm, yanking him away from her. Walker. His jaw was clenched and his eyes burned with suppressed fury. "Don't ever speak to her like that again," Walker said in a low, dangerous voice. The groom looked him up and down, mockingly. —And what about you? The lapdog? Or are you just waiting for her to open her legs for you? She felt her heart sink to the floor, but Walker didn't even think twice. The blow sounded sharp. Her fist landed squarely on the guy's jaw.