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?

do you

booked a hotel room. Do you wanna come

Amorris: Oh darling

I don’t sleep with my friend’s

flushed. I did not think he’d

I won’t be his

Amorris:

All men really were the same. I wanted to believe that Vincent’s cheating was just

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

I quickly sent a message to my best friend Cinder, desperately looking for an

the Beast Pub,

get wasted

I can’t tonight  I have to stay late to work on this st*pid

heyOlive: Vincent is cheating

even two seconds

ill meet

a beer in my hand. I usually hated the taste, but today it felt like the only way to

finally arrived. She was a 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

sat herself down across from me and took my hands in hers. “You look so good! Oh my g*d!” Then she dropped her voice to a hushed tone, “Are you trying to get laid? Like, a

for the wait, ordered a drink, and got straight to it, huh?” I waved the glass in my hand and gave her a lazy grin. “Not bad for the heiress of

serious! What is going

then pulled

gonna see his friend Emily? From college? She posted this the

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

night…’Oh, this is

sighed, shoulders slumping as I relived the realization.

held the phone closer to her face. “Wha How do you know?

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

handed my phone back to me, brow furrowed. “I… don’t know. I mean, I can’t.