Cheat With My Boyfriend Best Friend

Cheating on my unfaithful boyfriend

I decided to sleep with my boyfriend Vincent’s best friend after I found out that Vincent was cheating on me.

I’d met his friend two or three times before, but I didn’t even know his name. I’d only ever heard Vincent call him a “tomcat”.

Nothing popped up for Tom, and he wasn’t a furry… Or at least, he didn’t look like one. Fortunately, it wasn’t hard to find him through my so cial media recommendations.

Aaron Morris.

His username was simple: “Amorris”, which was a combination of his first initial and his last name.

There wasn’t a status set on his homepage either.

His avatar was a picture of himself at what looked like a nightclub: a glass of wine in hand, head tilted in a wicked smile. Medium-length brown curls were accented by striking blue eyes. The black button-down shirt he was wearing had its bottom half opened, slightly exposing his abs.

Did he have a six-pack? That would definitely make this revenge so much sweeter.

He was undeniably s*xy – enough to make most men simmer with jealousy. Sure, Vincent was attractive, but next to Aaron? He really wasn’t much to look at. How could Vincent be friends with someone so gor

geous? Did it not make him feel insecure?

But that didn’t matter. Not anymore.

Aaron accepted my friend request later that afternoon, and it wasn’t long before a notification popped up on my messenger.

Amorris: ?

heyOlive: Busy?

Amorris: No, it’s cool. What’s up?

I began to suspect that Aaron didn’t remember who I was at all. My own homepage had no pictures, and my avatar was just black Looking back, it’s funny to think that aller being together for two years, I’d only hung out with Vincent and his friends a handful of times. Ile was definite ly trying to keep me away from his circle so that he could cheat on me.

B*tch!

heyOlive: Are you single?

What do you

a hotel room. Do

Amorris: Oh darling

I don’t sleep with

I did not think he’d

I won’t be

Amorris:

that Vincent’s cheating was just a one-time mistake, but Aaron’s response led me to believe that it was a regular occurrence. I couldn’t

I was

I thought about it, the more nauseous I felt. I quickly sent a message to my best friend Cinder, desperately looking for an

to the

get wasted

to work on

heyOlive: Vincent is cheating

two

meet you

she even showed up, I already had a beer in my hand. I usually hated the

blonde beauty, and not even her conservative oflice uniform could hide her lithe figure. If the clacking of her designer heels didn’t give it away, she came from a family that was a little more than “well off””. The girl had

table. She sat herself down across from me and took my hands in hers. “You look so good! Oh my g*d!” Then she

it, huh?” I waved the glass in my hand and gave her a

What is going on with you

foam off my drink and then pulled

I said Vincent was gonna see his friend Emily? From college? She posted

room window – That’s a nice angle. School shirt. No pants. Probably no underwear.

to grad night…’Oh, this is so a morning-after

as I relived the realization. “That’s Vincent’s shirt

she held the phone closer to her face. “Wha How do you know? I’m sure they all have

own before he left. Mine’s oversized so I just let him borrow it. It has some faint paint splatters on the sleeve.” I leaned forward and pointed at the picture. “Right there. She’s wearing the evidence,

me, brow furrowed. “I… don’t know. I mean, I