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

barely bulloned, exposing his chest Llowever, il wasn’t the same outil – he was wearing a polo shirt

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 store, available for anyone to hold as

but he’d also been with plen ty of other

to Vincent like a leech, and he didn’t look cager to push

closely before. She had light hair and catty eyes, and even though she wasn’t very tall, she was still a triple threat.

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

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

and sent him a message from across

Are you done with work yet? I’m still

come pick me

course, he didn’t

focused my phone’s camera, and recorded

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 that tears welled

until now. Is it because I’m finally witnessing it myself? I had my one-night stand

.

realize I hadn’t

all.

bake me m*ff*ns-who’d always buy skim milk because he

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

suddenly gone,

furiously wiped my eyes. Luckily only a few tears were shed, but

cold voice. “And don’t ever

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

to 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

women, but going every night like this can’t

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

playing.” I jerked away, grabbed

by the hand and laughed, nodding toward

said, “And humiliate