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.

stood to get dressed, but the moment I did, my legs wobbled. Last night left me weaker than

came from behind me, dazed. “What time

answered, pulling

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late to go home now,” he resigned, lying back down and rubbing his

my back to him. Then I felt him wrap his long, strong arms around me, resting his head on my shoulder and pressing a light kiss to my

“Stay,” he said.

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

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

a disas ter Hi*k*es littered my chest and thighs, bruised fingerprints wrapped around my breasts and waist, and if that

he wouldn’t have a hard time finding out who I spent the

party. He’d brought a girl with him, and her bikini showcased marks that looked strik ingly similar to the ones I

bit proud of herself too, “Haha, did I land a

Definitely

clean underwear and

rolled my eyes, pulled my underwear up my legs, and walked out of the bathroom, shrugging on the robe. The shower

immediately started questioning me when she

g*d! You look like you just went to war!” She got to work excitedly picking apart my past twelve hours. “How

he intense? Was he

a lot more interested in me

pour in her favorite, first-class coffee beans-Hacienda La Esmeralda-and knew I was in for a treat. The

a moment. “Mr. Tomcat certainly

“How

lip, shrugging. It was true. He was so talented that I couldn’t keep track of how

over the counter. “How many inches? Did you

grown woman! Are you seriously still hung up on his di*k size? Honestly!” My face must’ve been hot enough to fry an egg. I avoided eye contact,

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you-ti*s, a*s, p*ssy, all of it!” Pausing, she added

laughing and pulling her into a tight hug: “Oh, if you were a man,” I swooned.

back. “I’d need to have a