Cheat With My Boyfriend Best Friend

Aaron’s accusation brought me back to reality. Emily was the one sit ting at the table with Vincent’s arm wrapped around her, so what did that make me?

His friends watched with rapt attention, and none of them dared to make a sound. Their eyes flicked between us, taking in the drama as it un folded. My torture felt like cheap entertainment.

Suddenly, I didn’t want to struggle anymore.

Emily bit her lip. The way she pouted and batted her eyelashes at Vincent made me sick to my stomach.

“Quit f*cking playing. Get your hands off my girlfriend.” Vincent’s patience ran thin. I saw the anger simmering in his eyes as his breathing grew heavier, his chin lifting slightly. It seemed as if he’d strike Aaron out of anger at any moment.

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It made me a bit excited, to be honest.

Vincent’s enraged expression made me feel… giddy. My frustration morphed into something that felt like satisfaction. I was vindicated. I’d learned of his betrayal in the cold quiet of our empty apartment, but now that he was exposed in public, now that he was shamed in front of his friends he distanced me from-he was caught, in every sense of the word.

“I said no,” Aaron replied c*olly, mimicking Vincent’s chin raise, mocking him

Vincent jerked his arm away from Emily, snarling, “Get the f*ck off me!” In the next second, he was throwing a punch.

The table shook as he lunged forward, and Emily screamed, trying to pull Vincent back. A few of his other friends stepped in to hold him, but he shook them ofl.

Aaron rushed to put me behind him, then ducked out of the way of Vincent’s h*ok

Vincent didn’t stop

We had the full attention of everyone in the bar now, and some had their phones out to record the show. Vincent’s friends stepped back, giv ing up on trying to stop him.

It’s normal to enjoy competition over yourself, right?

At that moment, I felt like Helen of Troy, though I knew that couldn’t have been further from the truth.

But as much as I was thrilled by the confrontation, it wasn’t the show down with Vincent that I wanted. I didn’t understand what Aaron was try ing to accomplish by picking a fight like this, either.

I quickly walked around the two scuffling men and grabbed Vincent’s arm, trying to calm him.

“Stop!” I shouted, using every ounce of strength in my body to hold Vincent still, but it was no use. He shoved me away and charged once more toward Aaron.

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edge of the table, pain sweeping across

nasty bruise that was

not to rush up and

I only noticed Aaron’s alarmed expression. He paused, taking his focus off of Vincent, and shouted at me, “Are you

s*aggered back with a busted lip, blood staining his mouth

scream rang out suddenly, “Aaron, darling,

hair falling

oddly enough, we shared the

ligures were strikingly similar

didn’t share the same face-but I was certain that everyone around us couldn’t

away, throwing her

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f*ck do you think you’re doing?!” She screamed, glaring daggers at Vincent. Her arms were crossed tightly over her chest, and

be cause I will ruin your life for laying your filthy hands on my boyfriend. My father has close ties with the chief of police-the NYPD

with wide eyes. I felt the crowd’s confused glances between her and me, but

taking a napkin Emily meekly handed him and wiping blood from the corner of

eyes, clutching my ribs with one hand while I watched the

that I thought about it, Aaron had never actually given me a straight answer when I asked if he was single, had he?

his girlfriend, but we looked somewhat

pursed my lips even

she said matter-of-factly. “His girlfriend. Who the hell

around me whispered, “Aaron actually has a

say anything, and his stare seemed more

a little too much to drink.” Emily suddenly said. Aller glancing back and forth between Molly and me, she said more confidently,

at me, not saying a word. There

in surprise as if she just noticed I was there. “Who is

asking me what

could be humiliated anymore tonight. Any victory I felt over Vincent’s torment was washed away by

girlfriend.” Vincent said, coming over and taking me by the shoulders. I stayed silent, letting him put his arm around me with no protest. I didn’t care who I was with anymore, I just wanted to leave. My head spun with anxiety. Stepping into this d*mn bar

soon as he took a step toward us, Vincent turned his body to keep me

leaned forward to examine my face. I couldn’t meet his eyes this