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

I booked a hotel room. Do you

Amorris: Oh darling

sleep with

flushed. I did not

I won’t be

Amorris:

same. I wanted to believe 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 imagine the pic turethat every time Vincent left for a

to Vincent was just like a joke. And now Aaron must think that I was a sl*t! He must believe that

the more nauseous I felt. I quickly sent a message

Come to the Beast Pub,

get wasted

 I have to stay late to work on

heyOlive: Vincent is cheating

two

ill meet you there

Beast Pub, the bar near Cinder’s office. Before she even showed up, I already had a beer in my hand. I usually hated the taste, but today it felt like the only way to

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

me and took my hands in hers. “You look so good! Oh my

waved the glass in my hand and gave her a lazy grin. “Not bad for the heiress of

quit it! I’m serious! What is

drink and then pulled out my phone, passing it to

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

this is so

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

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

some faint paint splatters on the sleeve.” I leaned forward and pointed at the picture. “Right there. She’s wearing the evidence, Cinder.

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