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…”

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

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

everything you know about me, you won’t have any trouble choosing,” he

sarcastically, “I don’t know you as well

than

me your stock code. Or your student ID from elementary

used those in past auctions

use them

everyone… Think you can afford it?”

my head and smiled slyly, “I’m only

too bad,”

smile became more earnest. He was back to himself

explanation of the charity event, and I became so absorbed in her speech that it wasn’t until she was finished that I noticed Aaron was no longer with me. As I looked around, I saw that many of the men in the

would be starting

announced that the Match Made In Heaven

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

themselves, and in that brief moment, I

It was Jane.

nod, then

that a man’s looks-and

more important to our guests than something as frivolous as his status

spread

nodded with satisfaction at everyone’s reaction and continued, “After all,

corners of my mouth twitched, and another round of gossip and laughter rippled

upper class to be more… refined. This whole party

‘Bulgarian Rose. Here is the information we’ve

lit up with a picture: a tattoo of a rose. As for where it was, it looked like it was a few inches below his waist, on one side