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

Go ahead and pick something

Amorris: Thanks darling

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

out of 5 stars. Delivery came super late.

ing again.

Just who the hell did

heyOlive: Lost

Amorris: Great.

tice.

Where are

location. Three minutes later, he was suddenly in front of me. It took me a

and foggy night clubs. He’d wear either black or white shirts and always had a beautiful woman at his side. Between Vincent calling him Tomcat and Emily al ways complimenting his style, my

out jeans. He seemed like a wholly different person than the one I met at nightclubs in the

as he saw

handsome. His Facebook avatar did

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

that the man in front of me now was exactly

knockout I wanted.

I smiled back, “Hi.”

in my hand, frowning. “Ooh. And

treats me like a odda*n

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

Manhattan.

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

at me and asked, “Do

remind myself: I am here for a date. I have to at least try

even his ketchup tasted amazing. It was some ritzy

call. I finished eating and brought the dishes to the kitchen, absentmindedly washing my hands when I felt one of his

the plates and put them in the dishwasher, smiling. “You can just

a safe, platonic dis tance, but I couldn’t even call myself friends with him yet. I

was innocent. “Something came up.

Was this date already

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, and his hand