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

ahead and

Amorris: Thanks darling

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

Delivery came super late.

ing again.

Just who the hell did

heyOlive: Lost

Amorris: Great.

tice.

are

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

Aaron were at dim 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 m*ntal image of Aaron was similar to a classy and flirtatious

black sweatshirt and washed out jeans. He seemed like a

as soon as he saw

handsome. His Facebook avatar did not do

that 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

in front of me now was exactly the

knockout I wanted.

I smiled back, “Hi.”

for the paper bag in my hand, frowning. “Ooh.

like a odda*n delivery

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

Manhattan.

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

at me and asked, “Do

have to at least try

his ketchup tasted amazing. It was some ritzy brand

and brought the dishes to the kitchen, absentmindedly washing

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

he 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

innocent. “Something came up. I have to

this date already

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 it down, still wearing that seduc