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

booked a hotel room. Do you wanna

Amorris: Oh darling

don’t sleep with

not think he’d

I won’t be his

Amorris:

my anger to a boil. All men really were the same. I wanted to believe that Vincent’s cheating was just a one-time mistake, but

must think that I was a sl*t! He must believe that I’d cheated on Vincent before all

felt. I quickly sent a message to my best friend Cinder,

Come to the Beast

get wasted

tonight  I have to stay late to work on this st*pid landscape plan. The homeowner’s throwing a sit over the water

heyOlive: Vincent is cheating

two seconds

meet you

even showed up, I already had a beer in my hand. I usually hated the taste, but today it felt like the only

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 all the money she could ask

took my hands in hers. “You look so good! Oh my g*d!” Then she dropped

I waved the glass in my hand and gave her a lazy grin. “Not

What is

then pulled out

friend Emily? From college? She posted this

here… Hotel room window – That’s a nice angle. School shirt. No pants. Probably no underwear. Sleepy eyes.” Cinder clicked her tongue, eyes scanning over the

grad night…’Oh, this is so a

slumping as I relived

closer to her face. “Wha How do

has some faint paint splatters on the sleeve.” I leaned forward and pointed at the picture. “Right there. She’s wearing the evidence, Cinder. How do you explain that any

furrowed. “I… don’t know. I mean, I can’t. You’re