Cheat With My Boyfriend Best Friend

Amorris: I bit you

heyOlive: You did

His response came quickly.

Amorris: Sorry

His concern confused me at first. Was he trying to remind me to hid the mark from Vincent?

He sent another message while I was still liguring out what to say.

Amortis: Are you home?

heyOlive: Yeah

Amorris: You should get some rest.

I didn’t reply. Instead, I deleted the conversation.

That was the end of that.

He didn’t send any more messages and neither did I.

I lied to Vincent, telling him I wasn’t home because I spent the night at Cinder’s place. Though I suppose that was at least partially true.

0004 In the days that followed, I was thinking about how best to end things

with Vincent. I didn’t expect to ever see Aaron again

One weekend, Vincent and I both said we’d be working late, but when my shift at the mall was over, I saw him outside a nearby bar. With Emily

I scoiled and made my way inside.

I walked to the counter and ordered a co*ktail. In the corner of the

me around his col lared shirt was loose and barely bulloned, exposing his chest Llowever, il wasn’t the same outil – he was wearing a polo shirt when he left the house. It definitely wasn’t his first

honesty, Vincent was quite the catch. Ile had wide shoulders and strong pectorals that made for extremely comfortable pillows at night I used to think of him as my personal pillow, but now I only saw him as a showroom piece at a department

Aaron was leagues more attractive, but he’d also been with

were talking about. I just watched Emily cling to Vincent like a leech, and he didn’t look cager to push away

she was still a triple

rubbing her t*ts against his shoul der as if

watched her tangle her fingers in his hair as he leaned in with one hand propping himself up on the seat and the other curling around her waist. At least they had the decency to spare everyone from watching them French kiss, but people around them still stepped away

and sent him a message from across

work yet? I’m still

Can you come pick

he didn’t

my seat, focused my phone’s camera, and recorded a short video of him locking lips with another

way down my throat and into my stomach, equal parts spi*y and bitter. It wasn’t the mellow flavor I was used to, so I

since I found out he’d cheated on me. Not until now. Is it because I’m finally witnessing it myself? I had my

.

realize I hadn’t won at

all.

end up this way? The very same man who’d wake up early to bake me m*ff*ns-who’d always buy skim milk because he knew I hated it whole-would lie

looked so beautiful when you cried, I would’ve f*cked you until I got

were suddenly gone, and in their place was

eyes. Luckily only a few tears were shed, but I still

cold voice. “And don’t

at the glass I was still tightly holding onto. “You know, memories of that night have

a black shirt with, surprisingly, a closed collar. It was the most modest I’ve ever seen him. The dark

that you like women, but going every night like this can’t be healthy,”

speak

grabbed my purse, and got up to

nodding toward

said, “And humiliate myself in front of