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.

hell was

ahead and pick something for

Amorris: Thanks darling

my hand, I glanced between the map on my phone and the cars speeding by. After a few

of 5 stars. Delivery came super

ing again.

hell did

heyOlive: Lost

Amorris: Great.

tice.

Where are you

Three minutes later, he was suddenly in

a beautiful woman

dressed for home: a black sweatshirt and washed out jeans. He seemed like a wholly different person than the one I met at nightclubs

grinned as soon as he saw me.

Facebook

right? The fact that my notion to. “toss the burger to him and leave” had disappeared was enough proof.

front of me now was exactly the

knockout I wanted.

I smiled back, “Hi.”

in my hand, frowning. “Ooh. And the food’s

me like a odda*n delivery girl one

walked me back to his building, leading the way up to his pent house.

Manhattan.

awkward, but Aaron went straight to the kitchen as soon as we entered, grabbing utensils out of a drawer and putting

looked up at me and asked,

here for a date. I have to at least try hav ing

tasted amazing. It was some ritzy

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 one

put them in the dishwasher,

dis tance, but I couldn’t even call myself friends with him yet. I shook the wa ter off my

came up. I have

this date

you home,” he said, lifting a hand to brush my hair out of my face. I immediately took a step back to avoid him, and his hand stopped awkwardly in mid-air. He paused for a few seconds before putting