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.

kept quiet, keeping my head down while I walked to the counter and ordered a co*ktail. In the corner of

relaxed without 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

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 store, available for

Aaron was leagues more attractive, but he’d

just watched Emily cling to Vincent like a leech, and he didn’t look cager

had light hair and catty eyes, and even though she wasn’t very tall, she was still a triple threat. I looked down at my own breasts. Sure, I’m proportional, but could I compare to her? There’s no way

Vincent’s arm, rubbing her t*ts against his shoul der as if on

his hair as he leaned in with one hand propping himself up on the seat and the other

took out my phone and sent him

done with work yet? I’m still

you come

he

focused my phone’s camera, and

my stomach, equal parts spi*y and bitter. It wasn’t the mellow flavor I was used to, so I couldn’t help but cough. Maybe it’s because I coughed so hard

it because I’m finally witnessing it myself? I had my one-night stand

.

made me realize I

all.

m*ff*ns-who’d always buy skim milk because he knew I hated it whole-would lie about working late

you looked so beautiful when you cried, I would’ve f*cked you until I got to see it for mysell.” A slow, se*y

Emily were suddenly gone, and in their place

tears were shed, but I still felt embarrassed. I

cold voice. “And don’t ever mention

feigned, tapping gently at the glass I was still tightly holding onto. “You know, memories of that night have kept me up

took me a second to take in what he was wearing a black shirt with, surprisingly, a closed collar. It was the most modest

women, but going every

down to speak lowly in my ear. “I only like

quit playing.” I jerked away, grabbed my

the hand and laughed, nodding toward Vincent

I said, “And humiliate myself