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…”

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

a doubt, but it was also equal parts tasteless and entertaining. “So how am I supposed to

about me, you won’t have any

“I don’t

more than anyone else

tell me your stock code. Or

They already used those

use

you’re ready for me to buy everyone… Think you can afford it?”

my head and smiled slyly, “I’m only

too bad,” I

He was back to

and I became so absorbed in her speech that it wasn’t until she was finished that I noticed Aaron was no longer

would

attention as the hostess cheerfully announced that

to bid on our Angels based on things like property, status, hobbies, and other indicators

and in that brief moment, I

It was Jane.

a nod, then motioned for

us that

something as frivolous as his status

aahs, and general laughter spread through the crowd

everyone’s reaction and continued, “After all, finding the full package

and another round of gossip and laughter rippled

odd. I’d expected the haughty upper class to be more… refined. This whole party was full of

the ‘Bulgarian Rose.

behind her lit up with a picture: a tattoo of a rose. As for where it was, it looked like it was a