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…”

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

eyes and shook my head. It was pretentious without a doubt, but it was also equal parts tasteless and entertaining. “So how am I supposed to make sure

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

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

more than

me your stock code. Or your student

They already used those in

wouldn’t use them

Think you can

slyly,

too bad,”

more earnest. He was

to her lighthearted jokes in between her explanation of the charity event, and I became so absorbed in her speech that it

auction would be

hostess cheerfully announced that the Match Made In

our Angels based on things like property, status, hobbies, and other indicators such as those. This year, we’ve

among themselves, and in that brief moment,

It was Jane.

then motioned for me to listen carefully to the

showed us that

to our guests than something as frivolous as his status

aahs, and general laughter spread through the

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

of my mouth twitched, and another round of gossip and laughter rippled through the

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

started with Angel One, the ‘Bulgarian Rose. Here is the information we’ve

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