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…”

gimmicky. And by the way, the men aren’t called ‘items’ during the auction. We’re called The Angels of Fate, thank

head. It was pretentious without a doubt, but it was also equal parts tasteless and

about me, you won’t have any trouble

sarcastically, “I don’t

than anyone

should still tell me your stock code.

already used those

wouldn’t use

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

slyly, “I’m only paying for my

bad,” I

smile became more earnest. He

so absorbed in her speech that it

would be

hostess cheerfully announced that

on things like property, status, hobbies,

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

It was Jane.

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

that

than something as frivolous as his status or

laughter spread through the crowd like

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

twitched, and another round of gossip and laughter rippled

odd. I’d expected the haughty upper class to

the ‘Bulgarian Rose. Here is the information we’ve gathered

where it was, it looked like it was a few