Cheat With My Boyfriend Best Friend

I gaped like an idiot for five whole seconds.

“Wow~ Are you sure this is a charity for animals? Or is it human trafficking instead?”

I had to admit that Aaron’s answer was even more scandalous than what I’d been thinking

Was this what rich men got a kick out ot”? I’d heard from Cinder that the wealthier someone is the stranger their hobbies are. They might buy some odd things here and there, but to purchase the auctioneer himself… That was something else.

Aaron wasn’t even in a position where he needed to put himself on the auction table. This must have been purely voluntary on his part

“It’s not what you think,” he said as he parked the car.

He put his hands on the steering wheel and turned his head to look at me. My expression amused him, and he kept smiling with squinted eyes as if he’d just witnessed the joke of the century.

His smirk made me think of another possibility. One more in line with his lustful nature

I covered my mouth with one hand as my pupils dilated. I was staring at him like he was an alien. Like he’d grown a second head right in front of me.

“You mean you’re auctioning your…” I trailed off. My mind was filled with images of Aaron rolling in the sheets with another woman. I racked my brain for some way to phrase it decently

Aaron raised his eyebrows like he was daring me to outright say it.

“… your time?” That felt more appropriate. I originally wanted to say ‘your body’, but if I had, he might have said something about giving me a discount or something else just as suggestive and lecherous.

That would’ve been a cheap way to derail the conversation! I couldn’t let him off that easily.

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He nodded, pursed his lips, and tilted his head to one side as he considered my guess.

“Almost.”

The idea of Aaron sleeping with another woman made me feel strange. My heart didn’t hurt at the thought, so I knew I wasn’t jealous. I was,

he treat

Wait.

the most open man. Even with his one-night stands, he was always emotionally restrained. It wasn’t like he slept with just

standards were very high.

date already explained a lot. I’d heard that Aaron doesn’t always go to the dinners that are arranged for

a good example, but no matter how beautiful and capable these women were, none

some small-name models, and Vincent took the time to

Aaron allow himself to be auctioned off to an irrelevant woman like

were sold to the middle-aged widow of some late billionaire, things would get

and forth across Aaron’s face, and I started to get the feeling that things weren’t as simple

at me, put his hand on the back of my neck, and asked, “What’s on

you ask me out to keep your crazy ex away? Or some suitor I don’t know

been the only reason. Aaron probably wanted me there so I could outbid any woman he didn’t want to spend

moment. “My G*d, Olive. You should be a writer with

first. “If I’m done with a

hand gripped the steering wheel, and the shoulders of his blazer were pulled taut from the tension

shifted into

averted my eyes. I didn’t want to probe Aaron’s mind anymore. I bowed my head

promised, “I wouldn’t use

so sure?” I’d always wondered

unique position, but that didn’t mean his schemes were airtight. There was always room for miscalculation.

chin with a lazy grin. “Because

I was stunned.