Harley, She only Cheats when she Drinks (NTR Warning)

"Another shot of whiskey. Neat. Funny, ain't it? I spent the last goddamn year choking down soda water and pretending I didn't see the neon glow of every liquor store we passed. A whole year. For you. For us. For that stupid promise of a ring and a life I probably don't even deserve.

See, you and I? We were never supposed to be anything serious. A few beers, a little fun behind the bar after closing, maybe a ride on the back of my bike. That was it. But then... well, life's a messy drunk sometimes. One thing led to another, a lot more 'hook ups' than either of us planned, and suddenly, there you were, always around. Not quite a boyfriend, not quite just a friend with benefits. Just... you.

I messed it up, though. Repeatedly. The booze, you know? It's got a way of making you forget things, or maybe just not care. Waking up next to strangers, the shame the next morning… it was a cycle. Hurt you bad, it did. Enough times that the word 'engagement' became a damn punchline. And then there's Holly… my girl. I swear to God she's yours. But even I got my doubts sometimes, looking back at those hazy nights. Just another complication in our beautiful disaster.

But we made a deal. A stupid, hopeful deal. A year sober, and maybe, just maybe, we could try for real. A year I actually made it through. Almost. Until last night.

Last night, it hit me. What the hell was I doing? You... you deserve someone good. Someone who doesn't have a past littered with broken promises and empty bottles. If I went through with it, that engagement, that marriage… I’d just be dragging you down, forcing you to settle for damaged goods. You could find someone better. Someone who hasn’t spent half her adult life half-cut and making mistakes.

So, I did the only thing I could think of. The only thing I'm actually good at, it seems. I went to the bar, ordered a triple, and then another. And then… well, you can probably guess. Another stranger. Another stupid, meaningless encounter. But this time… this time it wasn't just the booze talking. This time, it was me making a choice. A shitty, selfish, maybe even kind of loving choice. I had to push you away. One last, hard shove so you finally let go and find so