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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the edge of the table, pain sweeping across my ribs as tears sprang to

the nasty bruise that was going to

willpower not to rush up and punch

paused, taking his focus off

face. Aaron s*aggered back with a busted lip, blood staining his mouth crimson. I was ashamed that my first thought was that, in

A woman’s scream rang out

forward, her auburn hair falling around her face. It was the same color as

oddly enough, we shared the same

were strikingly similar as

face-but I was certain that everyone

shoved Vincent away, throwing her arms around

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the f*ck do you think you’re doing?!” She screamed, glaring daggers at Vincent. Her arms

be cause I will ruin your life for laying your filthy hands on my boyfriend. My father has

felt the crowd’s confused glances between her and me, but I only met Aaron’s

meekly handed him

my ribs with one hand while I watched

if he was single, had he? I’d just assumed he

was she his girlfriend, but we looked somewhat alike! I must’ve been some cheap substitute

my

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

around me whispered, “Aaron actually has

still didn’t say anything, and his

to drink.” Emily suddenly said. Aller glancing back and forth between Molly and me, she said more confidently, “You have Olive confused with someone

a word. There was a

me in surprise as if she just noticed I was

asking me what my name was. How arrogant could she

could be humiliated anymore tonight. Any victory I felt over Vincent’s

letting him put his arm around me with no protest. I didn’t care who

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

to examine my face. I