Cheat With My Boyfriend Best Friend

Angel

“Let go, Aaron.” I protested just loudly enough for him to hear me as I kept at his heels. “What’s going on with you and

David?”

I watched him from the side as we wove through a crowd of people. His lips pursed into a thin line, but he said nothing. Then, after a while, he muttered under his breath.

“I hate him so much…”

I’d never seen such intense emotion expressed on Aaron’s face. I’ve seen him smiling more often than not, with his carefree attitude stemming from his confident control of the situation. But this time, his resentment-his pain-was clear in his expression. He seemed as stiff as a sculpture with his jaw clenched so tightly.

I felt the need to change the subject and lighten the mood somewhat.

“So what’re your keywords?” I asked.

“What?” He responded at least, but he was still distant. Still distracted. Maybe I should’ve been more specific…

“Your keywords. For the auction. I know it’s mostly blind, but there have to be a few clear flags it’s you they’re selling, right? Earlier you mentioned your company’s stock code. What’s yours?”

“Oh. That.” His eyes remained indifferent. “That was just an example… I don’t know how the auctioneer wants to advertise me. It’s up to them.”

What?!

My confusion must’ve been written all over my face. I leaned forward and put my hands up in a hold on gesture.

“You’re joking… Did you tell the auctioneer anything? No cheeky codename? No subtle hint?”

“It keeps things fair,” Aaron shrugged. “Collaboration means we risk information being leaked in advance. The blind bag loses its meaning.”

“The ‘blind bag’ never meant anything! G*d, and I can’t believe it’s up to the organizers to do all this research on the items without any help…”

always such a big turnout for this event. It’s fun. It’s gimmicky. And by the way, the men aren’t called ‘items’ during the auction. We’re called The

also equal parts tasteless and entertaining. “So how am I supposed to make sure I’m bidding on you? I

know about me, you won’t have any

sarcastically, “I don’t know you as

more than

tell me your stock code. Or your student ID from

those in past auctions

wouldn’t use them

hope you’re ready for me to buy everyone… Think you

patted my head and smiled slyly, “I’m only paying

too bad,”

became more earnest. He

so absorbed in her speech that

would

paid close attention as the hostess cheerfully announced that the Match Made In Heaven event

guests from previous years know that we used to bid on our Angels based on things

audience whispered among themselves, and in that brief moment, I felt someone sidle up

It was Jane.

a smile and a nod, then motioned for me to listen carefully to

that a man’s looks-and other

our guests than something as frivolous as his status or

and general laughter spread through

reaction and continued, “After all, finding

my mouth twitched, and another round

class to be

with Angel One, the ‘Bulgarian Rose. Here is the

tattoo of a rose. As for where it was, it looked like it was a few