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.

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

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

leagues more attractive, but he’d also been with

the two were talking about. I just watched Emily cling to Vincent like a

I’d ever looked at Emily so closely before. She 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

arm, rubbing her t*ts against his shoul der as if

himself up on the seat and the other curling around her

took out my phone and sent

done with work yet?

come

he

my seat, focused my phone’s camera, and recorded a short video of

burned its 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 couldn’t help but cough. Maybe it’s

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

.

me realize

all.

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

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

and Emily were suddenly gone, and in their

panicked and furiously wiped my eyes. Luckily only a few tears were shed, but I still felt embarrassed. I didn’t want

not crying,” I said with a cold voice. “And don’t ever mention that

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

take in what he was wearing a black shirt with, surprisingly, a closed collar. It was the most modest I’ve ever seen him. The dark circles under his eyes gave away

going every

like women,” he leaned down to speak lowly in my ear. “I only like

jerked away, grabbed my purse, and got up to

hand and laughed, nodding toward

I said, “And humiliate myself in front of