Cheat With My Boyfriend Best Friend

Tomcat Aaron

Before I even had a chance to reply, Aaron sent an address.

“Is that Vincent?” asked Cinder.

I shook my head. “No. It’s the tomcat. Seems like he’s changed his mind…”

She gasped and snatc*ed my phone away. “Aaron Morris… Oh my g*d. That’s Vincent’s friend?!”

“Yeah? You know him?”

“Know him? My old man tried to set me up with him. Aaron’s the second son of the Morris Group. Not only is his family loaded, but he started his own business in college.” She shook her head and passed my phone back. “He was offered three million dollars for his patents, but he said no. His company’s thriving now.”She paused to sip her drink. “Trust me. Go see him. Vincent is no match.”

She’s right. Aaron was easily my best choice at the moment. I can al ready imagine Vincent’s seething jealousy and crushed ego if I could make this work with Aaron.

Cinder took a second to map the address Aaron sent me. “He’s at… oh! Tribeca. That’s right by my place.” She nodded at me excitedly, “You can go to my house to change into something sexier. Fix up your makeup. He’ll be totally blindsided!”

“I don’t think that’s necessary,” I said. “It’s just a h**kup. I don’t need

to go all out.”

She pouted, “Alright, fine. Don’t. But if you go there looking like a tr*mp, security might not even let you inside.”

“Okay!” I gave in, finishing my beer. “Your place it is. Let’s go.”

An hour later, I was dolled up and Cinder had gone back to her office for the night. At this point, my rage had boiled away, leaving behind a numbness. I didn’t even have it in me to feel ashamed.

I realized I hadn’t eaten anything all day, so I stopped by a local burg er joint on the way to his house. While I waited for my order, I pulled out my phone.

heyOlive: Have you eaten yet? I’m grabbing food from Joey’s by your house. I could get you something…?

Amorris: ?

Amorris: I don’t even have pants on, and you’re asking if I want burg

ers? lol

I laughed at the absurdity of it all.

the hell was I

Go ahead and

Amorris: Thanks darling

I held the paper to-go bag in my hand, I glanced between the map on my phone and the cars speeding by. After a

stars. Delivery came super late. Will not

ing again.

hell

heyOlive: Lost

Amorris: Great.

tice.

Where are

he was suddenly in front of me. It took me a moment to even recognize

black or white shirts and always had a beautiful woman at his side. Between Vincent calling him Tomcat and Emily

sweatshirt and washed out jeans. He seemed like a wholly different person than the

as soon as he

handsome. His Facebook

men are creatures of sight, that they judge by looks. But women can be the same, right? The fact that my notion to. “toss the burger to him and leave” had disappeared was enough proof. I knew that Aaron was handsome,

front of me

knockout I wanted.

I smiled back, “Hi.”

the paper bag in my hand,

a odda*n delivery girl one

to his building, leading the way up to his pent

Manhattan.

expected it to be somewhat awkward, but Aaron went straight to the kitchen as soon as we entered, grabbing utensils out of a drawer and putting his burger on a plate. He was really going to eat it with a

at me and

had to remind myself: I am here for a date. I have to at least try hav ing dinner with him

his ketchup tasted amazing. It was some ritzy brand I’d never

stepped into another room to take a phone call. I finished eating and brought the dishes to the kitchen, absentmindedly washing my hands when I felt

put them in the dishwasher, smiling. “You can

leaned in a little closer. Granted, it was a safe, platonic dis tance, but I couldn’t even call myself friends with him yet. I shook the wa ter off my hands and turned

“Something came up. I have to

Was this date already

get changed real quick and take you home,” he said, lifting a hand to brush my hair out of my face. I immediately took a step back to avoid him,