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.

the moment I did, my legs

behind me,

answered, pulling my clothes

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he resigned, lying

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

“Stay,” he said.

his voice, but his appetite in bed had left me spent. I didn’t have the patience to play along

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

myself a once-over in 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

was so thoroughly scandalized that if Vincent saw, he wouldn’t have a

times I met Aaron 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 the jacuzzi to show me

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

Definitely

yawned as she walked into the bathroom, handing me clean underwear and a bathrobe. “Out, out, out! Before you

my legs, and walked out of the bathroom, shrugging on the robe. The shower left me feeling

when

to war!” She got to work excitedly picking apart my past twelve hours. “How was

intense?

on mine. For a casual f*ck, Aaron seemed a lot more interested in me than I thought he’d be. I’d nearly

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

throat and paused for a moment. “Mr.

“How many

He was so talented that I couldn’t keep track of

was more than piqued. She leaned forward over the counter. “How many inches? Did you

size? Honestly!” My face must’ve been hot enough to fry an egg. I avoided eye contact, instead choosing to stare at the coffee machine as it ground

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guys about you-ti*s, a*s, p*ssy, all

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

need to have