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…”

It’s fun. It’s gimmicky. And by the way, the men aren’t called ‘items’ during the auction. We’re called The

It was pretentious without a doubt, but it was also equal parts tasteless and entertaining. “So how am I supposed to make sure I’m bidding on

about me, you won’t have any trouble choosing,” he smiled. This was

sure,” I smiled sarcastically, “I don’t know you as well as

still more than anyone else

your stock code. Or your student ID

those in past

use

to buy everyone… Think you

slyly, “I’m only paying for my

too bad,” I

became more earnest. He was back

lighthearted jokes in between her explanation of the charity event, and I became so absorbed in her speech that it wasn’t until she was

would be

close attention as the hostess cheerfully announced that the Match Made

things like property, status, hobbies, and

that brief moment, I felt someone sidle up next

It was Jane.

a smile and a nod, then motioned for

surveys showed us that a man’s looks-and

than something as frivolous

and general laughter spread through the

at everyone’s reaction and continued, “After all,

round of

class to be more… refined. This whole party was full

Angel One, the ‘Bulgarian Rose. Here is

where it was, it looked like it was a few inches below