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

room. Do you wanna come

Amorris: Oh darling

sleep with my

face flushed. I did not think he’d recognize my

I won’t be

Amorris:

unfaithful. The realization brought 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 Aaron’s response led me to believe that it was a regular occurrence. I couldn’t

trust to Vincent was just like a joke. And now Aaron must think that I was a sl*t! He must believe that I’d cheated on Vincent before all

the more nauseous I felt. I quickly

Come to the Beast

get

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

heyOlive: Vincent is cheating

even two seconds

meet you

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 douse

Cinder 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 more than “well off””. The girl had all the money she could ask for but

so sorry I’m late, babe! Oh! Yes, one c*cktail special, please.” Cinder made her way to my table. She sat herself down across from me and took my hands in hers. “You look so good!

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

serious! What is going

then pulled out my phone, passing it to

I said Vincent was gonna see his friend Emily? From college? She posted this the day after their class reunion

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

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

so, too.” I sighed, shoulders slumping as I relived the realization. “That’s Vincent’s

face. “Wha How do

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

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