Cheat With My Boyfriend Best Friend

“Let it go.” Aaron moaned, “You’re just mine, now.”

“But I wish it would be forever…” He added.

We weren’t finished with each other until 3 AM in the morning

He took me one last time from behind, and when it was over I was left on my back, too drained to even turn over. He was laying beside me with one of his legs tangled between mine. I didn’t bother pulling away from him this time.

“Is anyone else home?” I suddenly asked, dazed.

He laughed, “Little late to ask.”

Right. Nevermind then.

Exhausted as I was, I was satisfied. For the first time, I experienced the complete pleasure of sex, but what made it even sweeter was the thrill of getting my revenge. Fulfilled, I let myself fall asleep in his bed.

I wasn’t sure what time it was when I awoke. The room was dreamily lit by the low, warm city lights being filtered through the curtains. I turned my head, only to find Aaron still next to me. He was facing away, but I could still make out his soft snoring as he slept.

A dull hum came from the pile of clothes at the foot of the bed. I qui etly got up and rilled through it, fishing out a phone.

I squinted at the screen. Someone named Tom was calling, and it looked like he’d tried calling ten more times before this. Realizing it was Aaron’s phone I’d grabbed, I dropped it back into the pile and dug around a little more for mine.

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3 calls, 12 message notifications. Vincent was back from his reunion yet. Too bad I’m not.

I did, my legs wobbled. Last night left

from behind me, dazed. “What

pulling

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resigned, lying back down and

wrap his long, strong arms around me, resting his head

“Stay,” he said.

tone in his voice, but his appetite in bed had left me spent.

I can’t.” I shook him off, fastened my last button, and walked

Cinder’s bathroom mirror. My clothes hid every trace of my wild night at Aaron’s, but underneath, it was a disas ter Hi*k*es littered my chest and thighs, bruised fingerprints wrapped around my breasts and waist, and if that wasn’t

Vincent saw, he wouldn’t have a

was at a pool party. He’d brought a girl with him, and her bikini showcased marks that looked strik ingly similar to the ones I was covered in now. Hell, she even took off her top in

proud of herself too, “Haha, did

Definitely

underwear and a bathrobe. “Out, out, out! Before you make me

out of the bathroom, shrugging on the robe. The shower

when she was

You look like you just went to war!” She

he intense? Was he

a lot more interested in

started on coffee. I watched her pour in her favorite, first-class coffee beans-Hacienda La Esmeralda-and knew I was in for a treat. The rich aroma filled the air as I happily recounted my

to admit,” I cleared my throat and paused for a moment. “Mr. Tomcat certainly lived up to his reputation. It was org*sm

gawked, “How many

actually.” I bit my lower lip, shrugging. It was true. He was so talented that I couldn’t keep track of how many times he pushed me over that

forward over the counter. “How many inches?

enough to fry an egg. I avoided eye contact, instead choosing to stare at the coffee machine as it ground the

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know Aaron’s gonna be telling all his guys about you-ti*s, a*s, p*ssy, all of it!” Pausing, she added

hug: “Oh, if you were

hysterically, rubbing my back. “I’d need to have a d*ck like Aaron’s to keep